Sad Day

Each year it falls on a different day, but always around the same time of the year. It is a sad day, a day of ending and of closure. We know it is coming, it always does, thankfully or we would be up the proverbial creek without any visible means of transportation.

Today was the day the garden was closed. The plants brought in, the lawn furniture stored, the end of the season. It is getting colder, the nights will be at or below freezing, snow is forecast. Like clockwork it always happens, and of course without it we would not survive. But it is like a little death, knowing that the cold of winter is upon us, the snows and bitter winds will blow and kill all in its path.

Bittersweet, knowing faithfully, that the spring will come again.