Nothing Gold Can Stay
My garden is still growing, as is my sense of dread as first frost creeps nearer. I will miss it so, and I’m already daydreaming of next spring and new life coming out of winter’s bare earth.
My garden is still growing, as is my sense of dread as first frost creeps nearer. I will miss it so, and I’m already daydreaming of next spring and new life coming out of winter’s bare earth.