Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.
Patience StrongSeptember is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber.
Patience StrongLife is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.
Patience StrongThe trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless leaves. It is the main theme of the autumn music, this murmuring counterpoint of dead leaves.
Patience Strong