Weary, I'm not forcing issues with us...and that reminds me where my heart lies today. It lies there where I won't bury it quite yet. You don't touch it, preferring only to walk around the edges of this fall garden. Where once you couldn't get enough of the fragrance and feel of this secret garden, you waiver. Your measured trellis admiration for a still-lingering flower here and there isn't enough. Wholeheartedly, I've put my true devotion in this garden and opened its gate to you. There is still my smile for the birds and butterflies which linger as the seasonal chill moves in today. But back to what's lying here and lies there. Need I tell you, I'll soon protectively bury what's still beating deep under compost and mulch in order to come out heartier next spring. Don't be surprised if I've changed the locks on the gate by then.