Old Becomes New

And a garden visit

A couple of weeks ago, I was considering the comfort of “The time has come once again . . .” Today, inspired again by a book (Northwoods by Daniel Mason), I’m reflecting on the fact that even though a season comes around every year, it never lands exactly the same way. I notice new things, or bring fresh understanding to them. The first summer I saw the passion flowers, I had no idea they were Tennessee natives. No idea I could make jelly from their fruit in the fall. When spring came back around, and I saw the vines emerging, my 45^thspring delivered novelty.

Even the old becomes new when it comes around again.

Garden Visit