Nature is coming full circle.
The junipers are full. The mums crowd the narrow pathway in the back yard. The sage and yarrow darken into their autumn shades of golden brown and rich plum.
The tomatoes refuse to recognize the change, diligently hoping for the intense Colorado afternoon sun to help them ripen.
It’s time to prune.
I like putting on my gardening gloves and purple Crocs and heading out back– secateurs in hand—to cut away at the extraneous.
Another day. Another season, and you’ll be back. Blooming and shouting with color and life. But rest now.
A form of death and resurrection. God’s pattern alive in every living thing.