I love harvest. I love October. I love the changing of the leaves. I love cooler weather. However I do not love how dry the landscape looks once all those beautiful things are gone. Until spring rolls around again, there’s a certain lack of color that just seems dull and dare I say depressing?

A week ago, my son and I went to the park because it was a 75-degree day and we had to take advantage of it. We ran across wooden bridges, played on the swings, and I even went down the slide a couple (37) of times. We walked up to a little 10-pew chapel at the top of the hill and growing at its entrance was maybe the last rose of the season. It seemed so welcoming.

But the door was locked. Drat.

This year the typical “Memorial Day flowers” were blooming in April, the corn was knee-high by June 1 (you know, knee-high by the 4th of July), and now the last rose is about to lose its bloom. Should we expect snow next week?

Until we walk again …