It's amazing how small they appear when seen in the grand scheme.
Barely knee high to the autumn saplings. I could have easily not noticed.

Like so many things.
Perspective is everything.

Today - I put the last of my mother's garden to bed.
Another summer is behind me.

It once felt overwhelming.
This legacy. This responsibility. This opportunity. This gift.

That's the wonder - isn't it?
It's unseasonably warm. The wind is blowing.
This color that was so slow to arrive...will too soon be gone.

And time passes. And change happens. And the seasons go on and on.