“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” (-William Cullen Bryant)
(shamelessly lifted from A Brush With Color to be shared with those who lived with me on Bryant Street)
The garden lives and changes caring nothing for financial crises, elections or guns, and reminds me that after these chilling and uncertain times spring and summer will return.
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Here in the Northwest, fall is at its best, crisp morning air turning into warm sunny midday. An explosion of yellow, orange and red foliage lines up my street, the last roses strain toward the sun and the hydrangeas are ready to be harvested and dried for winter pleasure. Soon I'll plant the spring bulbs: yellow crocuses between the flagstones, a border of red species tulips and blue forget-me-nots; and for the house hyacinths and amaryllis. I am already smiling in anticipation!
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