I recently spent an afternoon clearing the garden of the delicious and lush greenery we had managed to grow this summer.

I was amazed at how many plants we put in, how dense our garden was, what a turn-out of color and vibrancy we saw in our virgin garden beds.  Glads were everywhere, and our dahlia bulbs were plentiful as I pulled them out of the ground to store for next spring.

It was fun, really, to chop all of it down mercilessly at first.  Then the realization set in that this chopping and clearing was symbolic of a long winter of grey skies and brown foliage ahead of us.  So I stopped.  The garden clearing, though nearly complete, has been discontinued while I hang onto the idea that if there is green in the garden it is still summer.

Judging by today’s weather though, the green will be short lived before a winter’s frost is upon us.  At which point we get to put up Christmas lights…  Which sparkle and grow so prettily…  And let’s not forget the tree, the stockings…  Perhaps this winter business isn’t as bad as it seems…  Hmmm…  (Humming ‘It’s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas’…)


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