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It’s inevitable…it happens every fall…and…yet…it still saddens me…the frost that gets my roses…it’s like the proof…winter is coming…things are changing…

Last week was the first week that we’ve had consistent frosts…morning after morning…and…they were heavy…they not only got the roses…the hydrangeas…the asparagus fern…the hostas…were nipped in the bud…as well…

But…Bertha…reminds me…the frost also got the golden rod…the culprit behind my itchy eyes the last couple of months…and that is a good thing…a very good thing…

She says it’s a lot like my life…there’s always something good…in every situation…I just have to be open…and let it in…

Examples from my life flood my mind…time and time again…good things came out of what I thought was a tragedy…okay…I acknowledge it…she’s right…

It’s just sometimes…I really just want roses to stop and smell…without getting frostbite…

Jane