On Monday morning, steam clunked through our radiators. The sugar maples on our street are beginning to tinge yellow and orange and shed a few leaves. The days grow shorter. Fall is officially here.
My bonsai has been flourishing all summer, but as temperatures begin to drop, I need to learn how to prepare it for fall and winter. I’ve found some instructions online. Not surprisingly, you begin to limit food and water, still ensuring that it never dries out, but restricting intake. Like all trees, it has to harden off for the colder, darker months of the year here in the Northern Hemisphere. Time to reduce stress from cooling temps and allow it to acclimate.
I feel the approaching cold, too. Still wearing sandals for as long as I can, but starting to acclimate my feet to enclosed shoes again. I’m going through my sweaters, adding more layers as needed. I do not look forward to winter coats and boots and gloves and scarves and hats, but I will make the most of it. I ordered some beautiful Italian wool to sew, and I’m contemplating projects.
Soon the brilliant New England fall foliage will entice, as trees shut down photosynthesis, shed their leaves, and transfer sap to their roots, saving energy for the cold months to come. That, at least, is a gorgeous way to transition to weather that triggers my Raynauds.
And I will adjust, too, as I always do. Carpe diem.