Fall Sunsets Blossom over the Garden

It’s almost as if the sky is compensating. As our gardens find themselves reduced to bare stalks and the last of their flowers fade, the heavens begin to bloom with pink and reds, majestic purple and a brilliant Aegean turquoise. All nature prepares for the solemnity of winter’s coming.

We feel our days grow shorter with every sunset. If we listen hard, we can almost hear the turning of the year, a dry rasp of a whisper, like the last of the leaves rustling in the wind. It is a time of melancholy and chill expectation. Soon the ruins of my garden will lie sleeping under a pristine blanket of white. It is a waiting time—hope filled and at the heart of every gardener’s creed—for a new spring to come.