Seasons Unbound

As we enter Autumn, we come to the beginning of the growing season’s end. As the nights grow longer, and the days grow shorter, we are reminded of the things which remain unseen. We are reminded of rest. We are reminded of slumber.

But in the Gardens Of My Imagination, many wonderous Fruits still grow. They have many shapes and sizes. They are of varying scents and colours. They offer a multitude of tastes and flavours. And they are not bound by Earthly seasons.

Perhaps just like the fruit in the gardens we find on Earth, the Fruit in the Gardens Of My Imagination are rich with Life. Some call and reach out, stretching their arms towards the Light of the world that they might share their Sweetness with all who so desire them. Others prefer the gentle shade of solitude… surrounding, and shrouding themselves with the mysteries of dark moonlight.

The work of each Gardener is unique…unique and yet the same. We plant the seeds, and care for That Which Grows.

Throughout the ages of the seasons, many Gardeners have grown, receiving Fruits from seeds sown.

The flavour of each Fruit is also unique…unique and yet the same, as its very Substance contains within it that which is vital for the nourishment of those it feeds.

When Harvest Time comes, and our baskets overflow with bounty, we can smile and be comforted with the knowledge that That Which Grows has a wonderful way of caring for us in return. For It seeds new Life within us…Life unfettered and unbound by the ebb and tide of seasons.

Happy Harvesting! May The Gardens Of Your Imagination Speak To You Unbound!