It's cold outside. The leaves are changing. The garden is no more.
But something nags at me to check the garden just in case. I run out into the crisp fall air, doubtful.
|End-of-Season Garden Peppers|
Then, I get the camera.
Whoever said a season's over or that something (or someone) is past her prime hasn't seen my peppers.
|These Peppers Still Blossom in Old Age|
And these peppers aren't finished. They still blossom! They still send out new leaves! Defiant! Prolific!
Living with flair means I know nobody's too old or past her prime. Things can happen and hope can live no matter what season, no matter what age, and no matter how long it's been.