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“Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.”

—	Ralph Waldo Emerson | from the Great River.

Two nights of  temperatures of 22 degrees reduced my blooming plants to these sad, saggy, brown messes. In earlier years, they would have been long gone, but a warm fall gave me lagniappe and lulled me into the expectancy that they would go on forever.

They will return in proper time, and in the meanwhile my winter hummer will have to drink from the bottles of nectar that hang from the eaves of the house.