We had a short, yet brilliant, season of fall colors.
I’m going to give Square-Foot Saturdays a rest, checking in occasionally if anything changes. We are expecting a hard frost tonight, so the growing season is pretty much over.
Psalm 39: 4-5
“Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man’s life is but a breath.”
How many days do I have? Can I find wonder in each day?
It’s easy to find wonder in a day like the one pictured. A dense fog on a subfreezing night led to the ice crystal buildup called rime.
“It’s so pretty!” everyone said.