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She told him about Blooming, about its emphasis on the importance of the patient attention necessary to bring a dormant possibility into being, and of the danger posed by the constant distraction of more immediate demands that are more easily and less effortfully fulfilled.

Zanja, in Laurie Mark's Water Logic

Spindly phlox, a sprinkling of mums, diminutive obedience plants, small-leaf hostas, magnificent sedums, and the steadfast knock-out roses -- these are the last of the blooming perennials in the yard. Here in south-central Wisconsin a cold fall is upon us, though warmer days ahead are predicted, and as my ninth growing season at this home comes to an end, I can look back to April's earliest bloomers, the bloodroot and Dutchman's breeches, and see that I've realized what I knew was possible -- perennials in continuous bloom, providing color in the yard for the entire growing season.

The lake was calm this morning, despite a steady breeze, a single fishing boat on it. The out-of-towners are nearing the end of their weekend visits, and soon our little neighborhood of houses tucked under oaks and maples will resume its seasonal stillness and quiet.

An early Equinox gathering on Saturday night brought good friends to the house for a gluten-free harvest feast -- black-bean and white-bean soups to represent the time of equal darkness and light, salad greens, my first gluten-free cornbread, and a crisp made from a gift of Wolf River apples. A platter of fruit and flowers were laid before Tara, harvest tales were told, words of gratitude spoken, and hopes and dreams for the coming year spiraled out into the universe on waves of sound from womens' drums.

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