A non-gardener might look at this pile of damp hay and see something ugly.
To me, it looks like hope.
This is the asparagus patch, put to bed for the winter. It won't be long now before the first spears poke through the ground. You can bet I'll let you know when they do.
There is hope. The world moves in cycles that include us but that are far bigger than us. For that, I am thankful.
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