First daffodils have blossomed. Good ol’ Rijnveld’s Early Sensation I expected, but the ones by the Juneberry surprised me.
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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