"Leaves blown in from maple trees exploded once in flaming colors, spent themselves, then fell suddenly one-by-one, worn-out and nameless back onto the ground. Where are the gestures and expressions of love and care we tendered one another, our children, our friends? Where does the love go? See in this Earth the emergence and dissolution of all life returning to its origin where the next cycle and the next and the next will emerge and call us back to a time and a place to grow in love and understanding in other times, with other gardens, and alongside other dear gardeners."
From my The Garden: Perennial Reflections on Beginnings and Ends Chapter 33 What’s Left?
Drawing by MilesFrodeArt.com
