The outdoor ferns have slipped into their almost-translucent phase – the penultimate act before expiring, and one of the most exquisite and beautiful moments they carry. How poignant that it comes right before their demise, as if they have saved all their energy, and expelled the very last of it, for this time. They will shrivel up and turn brown after these few days, then disintegrate into the ground from which they came, leaving only some bent and broken stalks for me to clear come spring.
Spring – such a happy word, but how very far away it feels, completely over on the other end of the calendar. Best just to focus on the day ahead – there is beauty in fall too, and here it is.
