Gladsome we,though our end beto your eye decaying furyour first blooms a surprising mystery:purple-centered flaming glorydarkening to what you didn’t foreseeautumn’s legion embers a drearyinventory. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction … Continue reading On the Rudbeckia hirta