Clear transition often evades, but not so in autumn. Evidence of change greets me in the remains of flowers, the yellowing of leaves, and the chilling of temperatures. It’s a time of both rest and preparation. It is a time of planning and waiting.
A visit to my friend, Cathy’s inspired plans for next year’s garden. She dug up echinacea, black-eyed Susan, Japanese iris, and primrose to be transplanted in the grounds at my home.
Considering the options, I walked the perimeter of our property noticing, amid the finished blooms, this Rose of Sharon blossom.
Where in spring were flowers, and in summer green leaves, there arose overnight the purple of the American Beautyberry.
In a show of brute force, the Easy to Love rose bush shines.
While Joe and I plant and weed and wonder, Roger and his friend, Pancho, enjoy the ease of a Sunday morning.
Summer ends. Autumn begins. This empty pot entices me toward spring anticipation, winter rest,
and great possibilities.