Do I rest as do the flowers and trees outside? Do I dormant in my own Winter also? As I am beginning to down at the thought of no more “pretties” to see outside, I see Fall is upon us today. I see rest and quiet and building strengths from within the depths of soil and the peaks of branches. A much needed rest from the toils their oppressed earth brings. A rest to feed, to re-do what was drained, to refill the empty and torn and battered. To rest and rebirth in another season.