There is beauty in the aging of the garden. As seasons change, gardens come to life and fade away, unveiling new wonders with each new stage of life. As winter approaches, the garden is often abandoned for brighter scenes, but there is majesty in the dry textures and subtle tones of the late garden that cannot be ignored.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day