Life is ever changing. Nature gave me that nudge this morning as I took my morning stroll.  Rolling fields of lush green soybeans are now gradually turning to a ripening gold.  Soon combines will make their way across the fields to gather the harvest and the dormancy of winter will come to allow rest and replenishment.
Change is necessary, I rationalize, it can bring fulfillment. too.
I entered my garden area and feasted my eyes on the huge lavender butterfly bush, with multicolored butterflies surrounding to enjoy its nectar. Noticing a small red hot poker trying peep thru beneath its branches, I went into the house to find some shears to cut away some of the butterfly bush’s growth and give some space to allow the red hot poker to thrive as well. Nature is a teacher I thought, a good lesson for us all; sometimes, we too, get so busy with our own production, that we forget to encourage the blooming of others. Lesson learned. Stepping back after my little pruning session, I mused,
Now both plants will bloom equally side by side. Lavender and red go very well together, now don’t they?
I rest awhile on a nearby bench remembering fondly the orchestration of color demonstrated thru the summer months. The daffodil and crocus that dared to peep through a blanket of snow in early spring, tulips that surprised me, for I was sure they wouldn’t make it again in the soil of the mid-west; then in command marched the tall delphinium of lavender and purple to demonstrate such richness and majesty. On and on came the colors, red and pink geraniums,lush white baby breath, red and purple salvia, lavender and purple clematis to vine up my garden wall, pink petunias flowing from hanging baskets and day lilies of various colors waiting, it seemed, on each other to take their turn in blooming.
Then all of a sudden a of burst fall colors from the black-eyed-susan and the splendor of yellow, burnt orange and deep crimson chrysanthemums. Seemingly to end it all, came a white snowball bush announcing that summer was ending and all too soon the snow would fly. Yes, the summer song had ended, but I had been taught renewed appreciation of the wonderful creativity of a Higher Power and the rich variety, yet infinite order of His plan.