As the days grow shorter and the cold air moves in my garden
has begun to shed its last offerings. The chickens are in the freezer, the
salsa has been canned, the cucumbers are pickled, and I am enjoying the last of
the kale and beets.
With the loss of our beloved companion Luna, I am ever reminded of how fleeting life can be. Like a garden we nurture our loved ones, watch them grow, enjoy the beauty they give and grow with them, and then we let them go when their time has come, but we are forever left filled by their love.
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| My garden on a late summer evening. |
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| Tania's, beautiful garden, with blue-ribbon worthy cabbage. |
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| Tania's bounty |
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| Luna resting in the shade of recently stacked wood. |
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| Mom and Dad with Luna |
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