For most of the summer, a collection of my plants spends the season outdoors on the front porch. Before I tucked under my quilt last night, I checked the overnight forecast, saw that it called for an overnight temperature of 40 degrees and brought in the last of the front porch plants. There is evidence of seasonal change everywhere I look. The garden's collections of zinnias came up nicely and now it looks like those buds are racing to show off their blooms.
It was 38 degrees when I got up this morning; the first frost is around the corner. Knowing this, I am happy about each bouquet that I collect.
They remind me of the virtue of patience and their presence makes my house cheerful.