"Autumn is a second spring, when every leaf is a flower."--Albert Camus, French author
In earlier posts, I've written of how I love autumn. I love the colors, the smells, the sounds.
Camus's words are a vivid reminder of this glorious time of year, when we put to bed gardens and lawns. I wonder, could we also put to bed old hurts and grudges? Bury them, as we cover roses bushes with mulch? It is something upon which to ponder.
So, for today, I am grateful for a reminder of the beauties of autumn.
I love how nature seems to celebrate, even though autumn could be looked upon as an end. It reminds me that not all endings are bad, and that we need endings in order to have new beginnings.
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