We are having some splendid days this fall.
Granted, a few days are warmer than usual.
But overall this is one of the reasons
I love life on the Great Plains.
Indian Summer.
The cool crisp days
Filled with sunshine
And hope.
Many here are putting in fall vegetable gardens.
Our summers have gotten a little “toasty” for tomatoes.
So now we often get as many if not more in the fall than summer.
That has certainly been the case at my house.
Because I have ridiculously over committed myself this fall
I’m finding little to no time to spend in my garden.
I have managed to get some transplanting done.
Ferns, Hostas and Hydrangeas have all been relocated
To a happier home – hopefully.
I’ve pulled fallen plants out of the ground where they block my path.
Beyond that I’m afraid time in the garden just isn’t happening.
These are the days that my garden teaches me grace.
That unrelenting giving that God and gardens are known for.
It’s as if they are saying to me
You can ignore my but…
I’m still here.
I’m not going anywhere.
I will be here for you
When you take a minute to slow down
And let me in.
I’m not only here
I have much to give
To teach you
And to share.
Gail
In My Garden 
The picture of the pink rose is absolutely beautiful – like you were looking into the soul of the bloom. Does a rose have a soul – probably not – but that’s what I see when I look at that picture.
Thank you, Judy, it’s Belinda’s Dream. The smell takes me back to my grandmother’s garden on the farm.
It blooms wildly in spring and moderately in the fall. I cooler climates I would imagine it would also
bloom in summer. Roses may or may not have a soul…but they certainly feed mine.
Thanks for sharing. Nature is such a great teacher.
Yes, she is…if we are paying attention.