Now that we have reached December, the beds have been cleaned, the bulbs planted, the flowers have faded, and the garden is desolate. Even the long persistent yellow flowers of witch hazel are gone following the examples of all other deciduous shrubs and trees.
Seed heads of our coneflowers stand alone, waiting to be eaten by hungry birds. The grass has faded to a light straw hue with only evergreens and a few dried fruits and berries enlivening the landscape with some color. But a few chores linger.
So starts the last chapter of my book, A Therapist’s Garden. Its publication this year and the positive responses I have received from so many people about it has warmed my heart and pleased me. If you haven’t seen it yet, you may want to check it out and take advantage of its discount though many on-line sellers of books.
