Amidst a snow squall (or, at least the beginnings of one), I sadly picked what was left in the garden.
With full winter gear on (a heavy coat, a hat and gloves), I headed out to the garden this morning.
Jack Frost needed to remind me that there is no more pretending that winter may not come to Canada this year (there is always hoping!). As the snow fell quickly (most of which has now melted away), I dusted off the cabbages and pulled them from the dirt. In all of their beautiful green glory, this last bit of harvest reminds me of the beauty that a bit of hard work (and lots of praying) will reward you with.
As I look around, I see all the signs that summer has closed up shop and I should follow suit...and, instead of being sad that it will be many months before I can put a shovel in the ground, I saw beauty in what lies ahead for us this winter.