because the harvest is seed for the sower.
I took this photo when I worked at Reiman Gardens. Feeling very Georgia O’Keeffe today!
Sounds like winter might be blowing in here today in Ames, Iowa. We’re scheduled for some flurries at least. So far there has been nary a snowflake in our little city. I had to go to Hobby Lobby yesterday, just to get a whiff of holiday spirit, even though I didn’t wind up buying anything. It’s hard to think about the Christmas holidays without some snow blowing around!
That said, I am also kind of bracing myself for the prospect of the winter doldrums. It’s looking pretty gray out there today, so I thought I’d just give us a little shot of blue and green. It’s good to remember that spring WILL come, trees will be leafy again, they just need a rest. Our lives are like that sometimes too. We go through cycles of productivity, followed by cycles of what feels like nothingness, but like plants, there is still something going on underground. Our “winters” can also break bad habits, like a hard freeze can kill off damaging bugs. Cold shoulders and rough winds can also remind us of our need for the warm Sun in our lives. So here is to blue skies and greenness, on the other side of a good winter!
Grab a friend and head out into some early morning nature. Feel the sun. Breathe some crisp fall air. Order some worms over easy and a side of beetle!
It’s the end of the gardening season. “Or is it?” she thought to herself. As she took thoughtful steps through the dried weeds and uneven clumps of earth, memories floated back to her mind. Late March…. spading the sweet smelling dirt to expose it to the sun’s warmth, later in April…. lost in reverie down on her knees, setting small hopeful plants into their loamy, wormy new home, June….simply sitting among the growing tomatoes gazing up at the sky and acrobatic dragonflies, July….. faithfully carrying pails of water to thirsty beans and cosmos, then August…. the harvest, baskets of pickling cucumbers, sprigs of intoxicating basil and rosemary, the taste of the sun in homemade pasta sauce, and now…. bouquets of the last sweet zinnias on the dining room table, gardening season lives on, in lovely memories of the mind.