I could try to craft a torturous metaphor
Of the impending frost
That will reach deep into the ground
And the hearts of all things
Or I could sit in the sun
With a knife
And a bucket of onions
Gardening is bad for egos and good for onions.
For more growth and ego-puncturing, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.