Last week I picked some of the last harvest from my garden. The brussel sprouts were eaten before I could photograph them, though more are still waiting in the snow. The carrots will go into tonight’s dinner. Here they are, waiting for me to dice them up for some tasty Samosa Stuffed Baked Potatoes:
It’s a little bittersweet, pulling up the last bits of harvest. At the same time, I know that in about a month I’ll be ordering my new seeds and planning out the growing schedule for the 2009 garden. That makes me smile. In the meantime, I am entranced by our “christmas cactus” as it prepares to shower us in all its flowering glory.
The plant was originally my mother’s. We had it for several years and it just sat there, being green. Then the spring that L4 was born, it bloomed! It’s been blooming each year since, but I still feel wonder when I notice the buds beginning. How glad I am that there are such things in the snow and cold. It all reminds me of a book of L3’s,When the Wind Stops, in which the story looks at the idea that things don’t end, they just begin as something different. With each change of the seasons I am reminded of this.
How about you–what little things are showing you the wonder of endings and beginnings right now?