There is a certain innate beauty in the remnants of plants from last autumn against the stark spring landscape. I purposely don't tidy the garden in the fall so that birds can forage for food in winter, and to give the garden some form during the long winter months. As soon as I do clean up the debris the garden almost looks too orderly and dull for awhile, waiting for summer to spur on its sprawling growth. Every season in the garden is beautiful to me, even the the desiccated old growth as we wait for spring.
" There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens,
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot...He has made everything beautiful in its time."
Ecclesiastes 3
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