Busy day

Mum and I spent a hour or so this afternoon doing some vicious pruning of the rose and honeysuckle that grow up the trellis. It was a very warm job and it felt more like mid summer than late September. I am really pleased with how it turned out, we are a force to be reckoned with, armed with secateurs and a saw!

Everything has seasons, and we have to be able to recognize when something's time has passed and be able to move into the next season. Everything that is alive requires pruning as well, which is a great metaphor for endings.

Henry Cloud