Our benches are now saying goodbye to tomatoes and a few salads let flourish, let's see if next year will grow by themselves. The garden is not always lush, wonderfully green and prolific, but like life, has its seasons and each year puts us in front of the aging and death and also to the renewal.
Because new generations born thanks to other that die, because I want to see beauty even in rotten that nourish the earth for the coming year, because I want to love even the venerable, gray and wrinkled old age, it brings depth and experience. But I will not be naive, certain old age are also sad, painful and not at all wise, nevertheless I want to appreciate exactly with the same intensity even this time of life, waiting without much anguish, celebrate as age like the others.
