Where I come from, October begins the dying season. Leaves flare into yellow, orange, red flames then retire in a state of brown. Flowers have already shown their glory and now they go dormant to await a new spring.
These flowers in my new normal world are apparently awakened by the colder temperatures, flourishing in the fall sun.
I’m not a master gardener like my sis-in-law, so perhaps this isn’t as odd as it seems to me. But that’s part of the journey, it seems… seeing something as new that others may see as mundane, or maybe don’t even see anymore.