Breezy autumn crisp morning, edging into winter.
I see you there, standing by your dried-out garden. The beautiful flowers, arugula, tomatoes and sunflowers are now no longer there. But I know they will be reborn in 6 months. There is a certain comfort in knowing that grandma's garden was always reborn. Year after year. Decade after decade.
Thank you for teaching us to embrace the cycles of life, thank you for showing us beauty in the dark.
The darkness is where we find comfort as well. A place where we're left with no choice but to confront our souls.
—Gabriela Lazzaro
