"Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace."
--- May Sarton
Gardening is so easy in the spring. Everything is exploding into green and foliage and colorful blooms. It's exciting and fresh and new . . . everywhere you look.
In the fall, it's a bit harder. Enthusiasm wanes. The garden is tired, dying back, preparing for the dormant season.
I love my bedraggled, heading-into-dormancy late summer garden, though. It has a skeletal beauty that can only come from age and wisdom. Successful young flowers turn into future-thinking seedheads. Dead stalks shelter overwintering insects. Spent foliage and grasses become cover for birds and rabbits and other woodland creatures.
Slow circles of nature.
A garden . . . as an instrument of grace.