<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>End-of-Summer on Late Blooms</title><link>/tags/end-of-summer/</link><description>Recent content in End-of-Summer on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/end-of-summer/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Another Summer Passes</title><link>/posts/another-summer-passes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/another-summer-passes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;[caption id=&amp;ldquo;attachment_3288&amp;rdquo; align=&amp;ldquo;aligncenter&amp;rdquo; width=&amp;ldquo;584&amp;rdquo;]&lt;img alt="There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?&amp;quot; — Joe Wheeler" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/DSC04092-1024x768.jpg"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?&amp;quot; — Joe Wheeler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[/caption]&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Summer's Gone!</title><link>/posts/summers-gone/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/summers-gone/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2014/Summers-gone/i-GdGL7NN/0/KS4rJTbqpt88pCGzDMVKjpq2Jw6P9RHfDqmD3LCnX/D/Summers-Gone-roses-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Summer`s Gone (roses)" loading="lazy" src="https://jeanjankisamaroo.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Summers-Gone-roses-1024x576.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fall has already officially begun.  I was reminded of this when my September newsletter arrived in my Inbox this morning from Gratefulness.org - a network for grateful living.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It referenced this beautiful poem called &amp;ldquo;Equinox&amp;rdquo; which I&amp;rsquo;m going to share with you. There are many insightful thoughts here about what our gardens give to us and about life in its raw elements.  In so many ways, life is like a garden -  sowing, reaping, growth, decay, changing seasons, and changing crops.  What a good summer it&amp;rsquo;s been and this poem lights the way to let go of it - the right way.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>