text and images britt-arnhild
Autumn colours dominate the garden. I sit down with my cup of coffee, enjoying the sight of a brown and orange butterfly dancing among the blue lavender. A group of Bohemian Waxwings sings in the nearby rowan tree.
I love the garden at this time of the year. The vibrant colours, the fully life lived before the long sleep, the preparations of rebirth.
I pick dry seeds, look carefully at them. They look dead, still they are all filled with the most precious there is. Life.
Jesus taught us about the smallest of the seeds. To fall down on the earth, to die, and then to be born again.
I look down on my hand. Seeds in my palm.
None of us life only for ourselves.
Purpose. Hope. Future. The words are like the tagetes seeds. At first sight they look dead. Inside they are filled with life.
Photos: from The Blue Garden
