Have you already blazed past me in memorizing Psalm 100 for Thanksgiving?
I get it.
But if not, here's verse two.
We closed the gardens this weekend.
Meaning: my husband used the weedeater on everything that grew this spring and summer
while I stood by cheering. Now the flower beds and container gardens are
peacefully blank, resting until spring flings open the door to a new growing season.
One of the winter arrangements I made from the leftovers to keep things looking cheerful -
Some of the hydrangeas heads still had a little bit of color—so pretty!
Leaving the stems in wet dirt for the winter months sometimes results in
a nicely rooted new hydrangea in the spring.