There is something hauntingly beautiful about a late summer flower garden. Everything is overgrown, the leaves have lost their bright green freshness and faded to a rich dark green. The once tidy rows mingle together in the happiest of ways, the sunflowers dip and bend their heavy heads. Petals fall and scatter in the dark dirt, and the last of the evening light looks golden and hazy just before sun dips behind the horizon. A sea of giant pumpkin leaves bend in the breeze. Miss P hunts for pumpkins that are hiding in our over-grown jungle of a pumpkin patch. My garden reminds me that there is beauty in every season of life.