until

i've never been fond of goodbyes.
sadly, today's snow storm and freezing temperatures have not been kind to you. i know that my tummy will ache for your fresh nourishment and my eyes for your splendid colors and growth. darkness is falling earlier and earlier and the mornings are burr, burr cold. i'm slowly accepting and witnessing the changing seasons and thinking of all the new things i will plant in your place again.
until.