The green summer grass has gone golden with a plentitude of mostly yellow fallen leaves. My flowers have all surrendered to seed. Still, for me, autumn holds a precious promise; I gather the flower remnants the birds have not appropriated. With cautious optimism, I have the expectation my seed stash will bring beauty and joy again next spring through summer.

There is such peace in seeing how a tiny seed can develop into such a pretty posey. Flowers seem to just "know" how to grow, with perfect timing and stunning splendor. I call this process "soul-satiation." Yet another one of nature's generous gifts that deliver year after year.