Summer ends and autumn begins, both in the garden and in life. We’ve dug the spring bulbs and will soon split them and replant in a few days. Although their story for this year is told, they still have more to share–they multiply. Just wait another year.
Those of us that have reached the autumn of our lives are not unlike the bulbs. Although part of our story has been told it doesn’t mean there is no more. I’ve been making a list of the things that I might still do. This is not a bucket list, not a list of things I intend to do before I die, but instead a list of projects or challenges I might undertake. This is a list to go to when I am uninspired and need to be motivated. This is a list to give me the figurative kick-in-the-rear when I forget to live my life to the fullest. This is a list to fill up the buckets, not empty one.
I must go now. I have several buckets waiting to be filled.