Our garden did not yield much this year. Enough herbs for Audrey to munch and to throw into half a dozen salads. A modest amount of cherry tomatoes that never made it to the kitchen. And this morning, the yard littered with so many leaves and with frost on the car windows, I noticed five zinnias, their bright hot hue compensating for their scraggly petals. Summer is saying good-bye. As much as I loathe winter, I am grateful for the changing seasons, the cycles. I'm grateful that Audrey loves and appreciates our little garden and wants to grow carrots next year. I'm grateful that she asks for tomatoes for breakfast. I'm grateful for our little patch of earth and this quiet moment I have on this Friday morning. Happy weekend y'all.
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