I’m putting my toys away.
Pulling up the annual plants to mark the end of Summer.
Observing their root system, amazed at what beauty they unfolded.
Reminding myself to stay rooted too.
Stacking my pots and lawn ornaments.
Making a mental note of their place in the garden.
Their sole purpose of cheering on the gardener.
Stopping to breath in the Autumn’s air, as the birch leaves dance around me.
The wind as their conductor.
Wood stored, stockpiling the harvest in preparation.
Time will not stand still and the frost has arrived.
But in this moment, I am filled with gratitude and thanksgiving.
— Renee Larson, Fairbank