It’s October now. The killing frost will be along soon. Every night, a little closer. And the plants in my vegetable garden know it. But while they wither – succumb to disease and pests; literally in the autumn of their lives – they also make one final run at life. They grab all the stored up energy they can and push out their late blossoms. Flowers. Seeds that will never fully develop this late. But they try– Know they’re done. Annuals. There won’t be any spring for them. But they give it their all. Try. Just in case there’s a warm spurt. They try. Just to leave something that will live on. Leave their mark on the world. Good for them. They remind me to never stop.