Today, it is just finales. Worked today . . . big reorg at work. Like starting over. I imagine a lot of chaos before it settles into anything with a rhythm, again. I’ll lose most the students I have worked with for two years. Finales remind me of something one of my instructors in midwifery school taught me once – Life is like a placenta: It is all about attachment, separation, and loss. I am attached to my blooms . . . and then they go away. Sometimes they are back in a year, and sometimes they don’t bloom every year. Life is unpredictable. But, there is a cycle to it. Can you believe that my poinsettias and amaryllis come in next month to start their rest cycle? Heavens, time to gear up my bloom closet for the <12 hours of light per day for the poinsettias soon. They have loved summer in the yard. Hope for a colorful Christmas while the daylilies sleep.