Asters and Goldenrod

As the days of autumn march one after the other, I ‘ve been watching my asters and goldenrod from my chair.

My goldenrod is fading away

The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit. ~  Helen Hunt

My asters’ days of flitting are almost gone.

They will come back next spring to start their song again.

  While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.   Genesis 8:22

Linking up with On my Mind on Friday.

Published in: on October 14, 2011 at 11:25 pm  Leave a Comment