Beautiful death

Something happens when a serious relationship ends in the fall, when you're supposed to be finishing your harvest and preparing your garden for winter. The garden is left untouched and everything just dies. At least, that's what happened in my case. I was in no shape to garden and really, still am not. John was supposed to do some work and take the strawberries to his parents, but he never did.

Today I'm inside being as upbeat as I can as I pack up more of my house and the life John and I once shared. Outside everything matches how I feel, it's all cold and dead. (ok that's really dramatic, but you get the idea). Anyway, with the warm weather I ventured outside today and found some oddly beautiful images. I'm trying to figure out how to use this as a great metaphor but I'm just going to go pack more.