The first frost

This morning I found the first frost on the roof. My car window had to be defrosted and I am pretty certain that the loquats will not bear fruit next year. I am not surprised.

Nothing surprises me anymore. The predictable nature of things to come almost leaves me with a sense of inevitability. My wild garden helps. I have control over the plants. I water them and they do as well as their nature allows. Watering gives me a sense of power. I could, if I wanted to, let them wilt and wither to wood and straw. I just can't let that happen. I am human. I don't want to leave things untended. That's my nature. Does nature thank me for that? Who knows?