|Eggplant leaves take their final bow after the freeze.|
We celebrate Summer and its chaos of growing things.
We celebrate Autumn and the bounteous harvest.
We dread Winter and the receding of the green.
|Hops flowers dried on the vine.|
We celebrate green leaves, freshly opened flowers and apples swelling on the tree.
But this is the time of withering. Of seeding. This is the time for rest.
Beauty lies in the arms of decay.
Leaves expose their glorious colors only when life recedes from them and the trees release their hold.
Winter brings rest.
Celebrate the beauty in the withering forms, art created by decline, as well as the recent freeze.
Celebrate the wholeness of the cycling of Life, and Nature's creativity within.
|These withered cupplants have stood like ancestral guardians over the wildflower bed since early October.|
|The path meanders through the Seasons.|