Tuesday, October 29, 2019
This little area is not an official flowerbed. It's usually just background. In the spring, it's filled with forget-me-nots and ferns in the summer.
But as i look across my now barren flowerbeds, the mums make me happy.
In the autumn of our lives, as age muddies our sense doors and hearing, seeing, smelling, and tasting become more fuzzy and indistinct, where do we find our happiness? Happiness despite outer conditions.
The mums glow even on a rainy day.