It is time

The rhythms of this season make so much sense to me. Just as I was hesitant to let go of the sanctity in the immediate conclusion of Yom, I am equally prepared to bid adieu these many, many days of reflection, repentance, and rejoicing. Fifty-three days in all.

At the stroke of midnight, as the story goes, the coach reverts to a pumpkin, the coachman to a horse, the horses to mice, and Cinderella’s gown to rags. The magic is gone.

So too is our backyard. From sacred to ordinary. With just the remnant waiting to go out with the trash. Well-used.

It was a good holiday season. And now we move on…