Garden Reflections
As I walked through the Fall garden this morning, my mind wandered back to how the garden season commenced this year. A whiff of warm Spring breezes brought forth bright green leaves and plants full of vigor, only to be ambushed by the unmerciful late frosts that rolled across the region. Several plants were lost and those that weren't had to fight throughout the whole of Summer for any moisture they could find with their fragile roots. The last two rains gave what was left of the garden a will to finish its yearly cycle. To flower and set seed. To bring forth fruit. With all that mother nature dealt out this year, I am truly happy with what remains. It is more than I could have hoped for, notwithstanding. I can now only make plans for next year's garden. I can hope for overflowing baskets of produce and profuse displays of magnificent flowers. But in the end, I will always be happy with what my garden provides.