10/31/2025
The leaves lay where they fall from the trees. The hostas turn into ground cover. The old bloom stems bend from the weight of their seeds. The weeds are no longer pulled, and the soil is no longer disturbed.
The garden is no longer mine.
It is the native bees, the caterpillars, the lightning bugs, the birds, the toads, the spiders, and whatever else needs the protection the unruly garden offers during the cold harsh days of winter. Yes, the slugs even have their place as well. It's all part of a system that works out for the caretakers. They work their entire lives helping to create a peaceful place to be. Like me, it is their time to rest up and return when the garden starts to waken in the spring. It's now the gardens turn to help them.
Please think about all of the critters that help you all season. They will reward you when spring arrives.
The end!🥰🐝
