I took a little break from the html coding and planted some double snowdrops that my friend Bub had potted up and given me on Thursday. Some people find the double ones grotesque, but I appreciate their intricate beauty. I decided to plant them near the variegated pagoda dogwood, which I hope is still alive. Bub also tucked in a few pushkinia, and I planted them in a corner of the Birthday Garden.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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