I snapped a few pictures of the last of the miniature roses in the garden. I hadn't noticed they were still blooming until I finished the fall clean up of the back perennial bed.
I love the way the empty space in the garden looks after the weeds and spent flowers have been removed.
The emptiness provides my mind with the room to plan for next year. My plans are usually a bit more selective than the riot of color that appears by late spring. With each trip to the garden center I am enticed with the beauty of the flowers and my mind believes that more of a good thing is always better.
Sometimes gardens, and life for that matter, can get so overcrowded with the big stuff that it takes a major weeding and thinning out to appreciate the beauty of the small flowers that have been over shadowed by the larger showy ones.
As I continue to purge the excess from my life, I am enchanted with the little blessings that keep popping up. I hope when the promise of a new sunshiny spring comes along I will remember to be selective so that those small things never get lost again.