The Beginning and The End

It seems to be that season of plant life living out it's last days. No matter how much I water or how much God water's this time of year everything looks so tired and worn out. Even the most hardy black-eyed Susan's have seen better days. Life in the garden goes on. The plants supply the seeds for the hungry birds in the winter. A resting place for a garden spider. They provide me with a good harvest of seeds to share and for planting for next spring. I dread this time of year. The yard looks so drab unlike all the life I see in the spring. But I know that better days are coming. I just need to be patient. It is a just kinda like life if you think about it.

It seems to be that season of plant life living out it's last days. No matter how much I water or how much God water's this time of year everything looks so tired and worn out. Even the most hardy black-eyed Susan's have seen better days. Life in the garden goes on. The plants supply the seeds for the hungry birds in the winter. A resting place for a garden spider. They provide me with a good harvest of seeds to share and for planting for next spring. I dread this time of year. The yard looks so drab unlike all the life I see in the spring. But I know that better days are coming. I just need to be patient. It is a just kinda like life if you think about it.