What is this thinning veil?

Death.
All that is on my mind at this time of year is death. The grounds lie fallow.  It is getting colder and darker and all that I can think about is death.

I thought that I might try to keep a little life in the garden growing by making a covering of wire and plastic to shelter a tiny little seeds. . . just warm enough for lettuce, a makeshift greenhouse. In fact I did try to get a last crop of lettuce in the raised bed where I had dug out all the potatoes.  I finally had a blank canvass and I made neat little rows of red leaf and slow bolt heirloom lettuce. I saw some tiny sprouts, but a frost must  have hit or maybe it was a squirrel. Still, there lies only dirt- no lettuce.  The seeds dug into the ground died, but they did not return as plants.

So I look out upon my urban farm and all I see is death.

Symbolically, death represents a change. A change from this to that. . from a world I do know to a world I do not know. Change is neither good or bad on the surface. Change is the one constant in life you can be sure of. . as the song goes.

Yet, I miss the little green shoots. And this year, I think I really could use a little winter crop.  Just little green shoots of hope that signal there is still a chance, still opportunity for something, anything living. Alive.