This plant seems to be decaying, and at the end of its season of beauty. And yet it’s still leaning towards light. It will bend as far as it needs to, to be underneath that light. I see that light as God nourishing and Soul refreshing. And the plant instinctively leans towards it. No matter, it’s age, or decay, or how many more days it has left. May we all lean towards the light, every day. And feel God’s sustaining loving hand, in all of our affairs. Big and small. We will never stop needing Him. And He is always with us.