Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall — Confucius
In the matter of our lives, we fall a great deal, but we are distinguished by our ability to rise again. Ask Confucious. Daily the garden speaks to this. Today I did my share of pruning roses and cleaning up grape leaves that fell from the vine. There is definitely a feel to this time of year; a sense of change is evident in the world around me. And just when I think the last bloom has faded on a rose bush, I am rewarded by a new burst of color. The rose is like a great warrior, full of glory, always rising to the occasion.