faded blossoms. I’ll dump them into the mulch pile and they’ll become transformed into organic waste for next summer. I really don’t want to be mulch for the next generation, but it seems as if that’s my destiny. Any thoughts, my dear, devoted readers?
"Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving..." Mary Oliver
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Fabulous Fall
So Simple Summer has morphed into Fabulous Fall. My favorite season. Steamy soups, rich stews, nature aglow with vibrant colors, the Harvest Moon hanging low and shining bright orange like a Halloween pumpkin. Today I’m cleaning up the remnants of summer. Chopping off dead leaves, crinkled up vines and 
faded blossoms. I’ll dump them into the mulch pile and they’ll become transformed into organic waste for next summer. I really don’t want to be mulch for the next generation, but it seems as if that’s my destiny. Any thoughts, my dear, devoted readers?
faded blossoms. I’ll dump them into the mulch pile and they’ll become transformed into organic waste for next summer. I really don’t want to be mulch for the next generation, but it seems as if that’s my destiny. Any thoughts, my dear, devoted readers?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment