Fall is a nostalgic time in the garden as we watch the many colors of summer fade away, to be replaced by browns, reds and gold until the first hard freeze.  It is also a time of excitement and reflection on what was successful and fulfilling for the gardeners not only those who garden for Incarnation, but in our personal lives.  Perhaps the poet Henry Van Dyke said it more eloquently in his poem “Autumn in the Garden”:

‘Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox,

Where the box

Borders with its glossy green and the ancient walks,

There’s a voice that talks

Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here

Year by year.

Dreams of joy, that brightened all the laboring hours,

Fading as the flowers.

 

Yet with the nostalgia there is hope and knowledge that in the spring the garden will again become a bright and cheerful confirmation of life eternal.  In the meantime, the Hollies with their bright berries, the Spruce with its many tiny cones, the Boxwoods that are as Van Dyke says are “glossy green”, and the Lenten Roses will tide us over into winter until the promise of the coming of Jesus Christ in Advent, and the Christmas celebration of his birth.

Come.  Join us in the garden on any Tuesday morning from 9:30 until the garden is finally “put to bed” for the winter.  All are welcome.

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