I went out this morning to take the last of the fall photos and had another moment of reflection as to how wonderful the growing season began back some 7 months ago and how it so beautifully progressed up to this very day in the garden. Everything has it's place and time and the more we let it naturally progress (accept it for what it is) I'm finding there is a peace that is present and is more powerfully transforming than the angst that is created by attempting to force things. Oh, don't get me wrong, angst is a powerful shaping force...it's just not a shaping I'm interested in.
The garden's progression wasn't without problems. I lost two beautiful trees this year and there were a few plants that struggled and yet some how with the care nature provided and a little extra care from myself, they were still able to cross the finish line, even if just limping. They will benefit from the oncoming season of rest. Today most of the plants have shed or are in the process of shedding the things that need to be shed in order to move on to the next phase. Kinda sounds like life doesn't it? Well, that is if we let the things that need to happen, happen. It's all grace...beautiful grace...in the triumph and the struggle. In the living and even when some dying is necessary.