The Final Harvest

Death, comes to those who wait for it.

Death, equally comes to those who run from it.

What is it that you try your utmost to keep at bay?

As the seasons grow colder, and leaves change from green to gold to red to brown, Death is all around us. And this Death…this Transformation will open the way for something familiar; yet new.

Now is the time of preparation. As each day brings us closer to the year’s longest Night, we must prepare our Gardens for their winter slumber. Gone are the heady days of summer, gone are the vibrant eves of spring. The Autumn strips us bare; leaving us exposed.

We celebrate the final Harvest. We take stock and close our doors. We can rest in the knowledge of a job well done, and prepare to enter the Dream.

Happy Writing