The browning lily pads grow brown and reach up on long sprawling stems to crinkle in the sun. The life is fading, their season is done. The passage of time follows them as they were born, flowered, and now fade. The wrinkled leaves will never be rejuvenated with the application of lotions (did it date me to remind anyone of that rosemilk commercial!!!). They will eventually droop and become a part of the silty layer on the lake floor, providing food and safety for the creatures in the muck below. It is fun to kayak over them, it is sad to see how close we are to frost, and it makes me smile to know that spring will be here in 9 months and the cycle will start again! What a blessing it is to be aware of life and of death and of the joys in each.