Tuesday, September 26, 2006
It was a beautiful afternoon, and I went out into the garden with my camera.
The honeysuckle is coming to the end of its season: the flowers are dying, and even the clusters of bright red berries that follow them are drying up, their juice sucked out by insects. And yet there is a real beauty to this aging process…
At the same time, the rose bush on the other side of the lawn is in bud again: the latest bud just starting to unfurl into what may or may not be the last rose of the summer…Again, everything is beautiful in its own time.
Approaching one end; and another beginning…I sense that I am in a similar overlap.
photos , seasons , beauty