Reflections on the Wheel: West to North
Since I last wrote, most of our leaves have fallen and carpeted the lawn in color. Neither Darrell or I feel particularly inspired to rake them up, in fact, it’s kind of nice to hear them crinkle and crunch underfoot as we tromp around the yard. I couldn’t help noticing this week as I perused the garden that the calendula was still in bloom. I was struck by its golden flower which stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the landscape which has browned and withered. Some plants,…read more