Occasional ruminations concerning painted pages, hand bound books, the use of photos in journaling and the contemplation of various other pursuits.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
End of the season
Every fall brings the death of many plants and flowers. The stems lose their petals and become bald. Storms batter at the weakened plants and stress them. This old flower even looks a bit prickly as the softening petals fall away.
People are just like flowers. Our parts become weak, our hair falls out. Many days we are very prickly as people around us complain or cause problems. Our tolerance for the storms of life greatly decrease.
Isn't it wonderful that spring brings renewal. I am waiting with great anticipation!