09-01-2014, 10:18 AM
It's been about five months since spring sprouted up around the Chantry in the span of a few hours. Five months since the grounds suddenly felt desperate and euphoric, but empowered, and endlessly verdant.
Come September the Working begins to weaken. Over the next few weeks the grass will lose its lush fullness, will recede back to an ordinary dry green interspersed with stiff brown. The flowers climbing all over the house will start to wither. First to go will be those that were forced to bloom out of season. They will shrink and curl and shrivel. Then the rest will start to wither. By the last week of the month the grounds will be only as green as recent rains make them.
Come September the Working begins to weaken. Over the next few weeks the grass will lose its lush fullness, will recede back to an ordinary dry green interspersed with stiff brown. The flowers climbing all over the house will start to wither. First to go will be those that were forced to bloom out of season. They will shrink and curl and shrivel. Then the rest will start to wither. By the last week of the month the grounds will be only as green as recent rains make them.