new life

The wind is decidedly colder and the leaves have started to rustle. The garden plants are looking tired, as if all their remaining energy is being used up to prepare for the next generation. Seeds are dropping onto the soil, popping out of their capsules. Burrs are stuck to the dogs' fur and to our pantlegs. Sometimes beautifully engineered parachutes float by with a tiny seed at their core. A massive attempt to recreate in the face of decay. Autumn is just around the corner and time is drawing short.

And so it shall be, "until He comes".