How fast the time has gone since I last wrote! Our garden is in hibernation; after a semi-bountiful harvest, I have dried and labelled seeds for next year's efforts. The tomato plants did not fare as well as expected, and the squash suffered a similar fate. The cukes were the most plentiful, and we did manage to get one mini watermelon. The pepper plants, despite being nursed along in the winter months, all expired.
And so it goes, the good and the bad in gardening so often can mirror how life progresses. Some friendships flourish, some wither on the vine, some need a little extra fertilizer, some become infested and die (and we realize there can never be a place in the garden for this strain of plant). Through the planting, through the caretaking, through the harvesting, life moves along. Time doesn't stop.
A new school year has started, and almost in the blink of an eye we are poised for Christmas break (a glorious two weeks this year). My boys seem to have shot up overnight; oldest son is just about my height now, and youngest grew three inches in the last year. It seems like forever ago they were newborns, then toddlers. My life still revolves around them, but in a different way.
I am thankful for the ebb and flow of each day, of each season, and happy and content with our corner of the world. We have a cozy home, and enough.
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