In the past few days the temperature has taken a dive, snow has fallen, and my garden has gone from the gold and rusty reds of late fall to the brittle browns of not-yet-winter.
There is a stark beauty to the end of the season. Without the distraction of brilliantly colored petals (and the attendant bees, flies, wasps, beetles, butterflies, caterpillars, spiders, and birds) I can see the underlying structure: the cones that held the individual flowers; the prickles and hairs on stems and leaves.
I can enjoy the beauty in the curves of the leaves…
The details of seeds waiting to lift off in the breeze…
What was once order is now all about letting go.
Beautiful. Thanks for the reminder that each season presents us with beauty.
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