12/01/2024
To every thing, there is a season.
It never feels truly like fall, until our first frost. Last night the death began, tonight the freeze will finish off our warm weather garden completely. I spent time with the dead & dying today, making my altar, reveling in the beauty of their & our seasons of life, feeling & singing gratitude for this lil patch of Earth. So much work, so much food, so many flowers into hands & homes.
What will next year's garden bring?
"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure" -Albus Dumbledore