The garden is bare now, except for the weeds left from a season that silently, softly slipped away.
With fall days that felt more like summer, the only sure sign that this was the end of the season was the curtain of dusk that fell earlier each day, until finally a freeze brought the curtain down for good a few days ago.
Now it’s time to reflect on the past season and plan for a new season. It’s time to explore some rabbit holes. It’s time to figure out what is next for me and my garden.
It’s time to write.