17/10/2024
Frost.
The flowers gave one last joyful viewing this morning. Before the sun melts the frost, their vibrant faces sparkle…and then they turn brown. My mind is an entanglement of joy, sadness, and relief. I already long for next year’s blooms, but I’m also ready for some winter rest (after we get the rows cleaned up and dahlias dug and peonies planted!!)
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