Fall, oh how you make me lament!

Well, the end is near. My flower garden is slowly dying. The sunflowers that once worshiped the sky now bow to the ground, as they prepare to shed their seeds in promise for a new generation. The hostas' surprising blooms are slowly turning from a bright alabaster white to an earthly brown. Long ago I saw the last of the alysum die out leaving only the faintest aroma of a honey-like smell. 


Far from gone, however, is my desire to grow. I look to the future as I harvest my sunflowers and protect their seeds. I enjoy the last of the hostas as I think about the pleasure I had watching them grow. Finally, I begin to consider what I will add to the garden next year to compliment the sunflowers and hostas which I hope to grow again.


Thank you, my flower garden, for giving me so much joy.