I was out in the garden early in the morning, doing some Fall clean-up and feeling a bit of a chill in the air. I decided to take a break and grab some hot tea. As I sat there looking around I noticed it.
The gold and crimson of Autumn is turning, fading.
Tree branches are going bare. Soon there won’t be any work for me out here. The season is turning in and I feel myself turning in as well.
Another garden season has passed, another year. So much has happened. I am reflecting on all I have learned. Time to examine my truth, like a bucket, to see if it still holds water.
Has some of your truths shifted over time?
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