I have been remiss. It has been so long since I posted. In my defense, my dear friend has been very sick, in and out of hospitals, sometimes being released in the afternoon and then back in the Emergency Room at night. I didn't really want to write about it - it is very personal, and while I have the right to divulge my own intimate feelings and experiences, I don't have the right to divulge those of my friends.
I think a little equilibrium is settling in, however, so here I am. Although Autumn inevitably tints my emotions with a tinge of melancholy, there is no doubt the trees are beautiful. I read something this evening which cheered me a bit - it said that Autumn isn't the END of the gardening season; it is the BEGINNING of the next gardening season, and that, at least in terms of preparation, seems quite true. That also means I had better get cracking!
My roses are still blooming, although it is beastly cold, and so are corydalis, geraniums, hardy fuchsia, and all my annuals except marigold, which sadly seems to have had its head bitten off.
I am so grateful everytime I see my roses blooming. They are so ineffably beautiful - they offer a vision of what is possible in this world.
I am working on my main altered book - four pages left! My scanner is on the blink; otherwise I would include some images. Instead I will add a couple of previous collages.
