As I sat at the rail bar on our deck this afternoon, overlooking the lake, my wine chilling in the glass between sips, I marveled at the marigold skeletons in the flower box standing guard over the fading ice of Pelican Lake.
Each spring I ruffle the ol' pods and a new bunch of glorious golden marigolds unfolds to grace our little garden. Soon this cool April vision will transform into the warm contentment of the 2010 mid-summer bouquet in the other picture.
I do love all of our seasons and squirm in anticipation, like a kid at Christmas, as each new one comes into sight.