Closing Gardens and Verse Two

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.

(fingers crossed)