Thursday, November 1, 2007


Rest in Peace little garden. Though you are being surrounded by the greens of your lesser sisters the weeds, black flags are being raised for you. Black flags are heralding your impending journey...back to the cradle from whence you came.
Thank you for all your summer goodness, thank you for the color and nourishment that you so exuberantly provided. Thank you for sharing with us all of your bounty. Thank you for the promise that you bring every Spring. You were beautiful in all of your fulfillment. I miss you already. Though you are gently going, you are allowed to rage against the dying of the light.
Rest in Peace little garden and know that more black flags will wave in remembrance and mourning tomorrow.



marylou said...

"To every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn,turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together"

I have always loved this song, shows my age I guess:) However, I felt it an appropriate send off to your RIP message. Are those squash plants? I love squash...oh, look, there goes a squirrel:) Thanks E for tolerating me, I have the attention span of a gnat:(
Hugs, Marylou

Anonymous said...

It always is sad when the last of the garden gives way toward the long cold days of fall and winter. Yet I always feel better knowing that it was there and will be again.