|Begonias just before sunrise 11-14. At this point they had already passed away.|
The first snow has fallen and powders the ground. Our first freeze has come
It is time to let go, here in the stillness of the early morning, in the 25 degree weather. It is time to enjoy the stillness of winter.
Every year, I go through this ritual. I cling to summer, screaming. When the first frosts threaten, I cover plants. I bring in my hanging baskets (and I have a lot of them.). Then, as the frosts get closer and closer, I take cuttings.
I can't let go of summer.
I can't let go of the flowers, the herbs, the veggies.
But one day I wake up and it's 25 degrees, and there is a thin layer of snow on the ground.
The forecast is for sub freezing temperatures every day.
There no longer isn't any point. Still, perhaps, I try one last time.
I have to give up the effort. I must give in.
I tell myself winter is not that bad. I will have my indoor plants. I will have the remains of what I harvested. I will have the season of rest, of hot soup.
Still. I will count the days until the first crocuses peek out of the ground, and snow no longer blankets the ground.
(End of five minutes worth of free writing - no editing, no overthinking. Just like NaNoWriMo, which I am way behind in. Oh well, there's the rest of the month....)
I am linking today to Five Minute Friday.
Five minutes of free writing. Today's prompt was "still".
Join me again tomorrow for "Garden Bloggers Bloom Day."