In New England this is "stick season" where everything is laid bare and we wait for the dark of winter to settle. It's a season where garden beds are cut down and blanketed with mulch. When farmers spread manure on their fields. We close our windows and doors and light the fires. Pull blankets and sweaters out of cedar trunks. But it's also a planting time. Roots still grow. Bulbs are tucked in with the promise that spring always comes back. And, because the leaves are gone, we can see more sky.
I love this post. Thank you! Good reminder when the trees are bare are view changes. Write more ❤ when you find time,but don't let it bottle up. Express your brilliance, the flashes need to be shared. We all benefit even if you don't feel there are readers out here🙏🏻 Keep going
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