Are You Ready?

Are you ready?

All through the long spring, there was laughter and play and delight.
On through the heat of summer, plenty and fruitful there was.
Freely were those fruits given; more than freely were they taken and spent.

Now autumn flies past; where is the bounteous harvest?
Strewn haplessly, wastefully.
Who has been saving against the winter?
A long, long winter it will be.
Hard, for the grasshopper.

Neither ant nor grasshopper, some of us have striven to preserve the bounty, if not as much as we should have, still we are trying. Learning to be more like the ant, yes. Yet the grasshopper in me still dances in the sunlight, even though now it is while weeding and gathering at the same time.

Will it be enough?

Lavendar, roses, and many others, oft times will bloom twice in a year. Beauty and bounty, hope for the future, may appear unannounced, in unlikely places. Watch for them.

For here we stand at the edge of Winter, and They have spoken.

It is time to blossom.

Are you ready?