From autumn through winter, Matott embraces the changing of the seasons as he muses on childhood's joys and adult regrets and gives thanks for the abundance of his life, for friends, and family, and especially for the gently lingering presence of his deceased mother.
He helps us see that through the changing seasons, in nature's garden, it is in the roots that life is stored -- ready to replenish the earth and the spirits of all those who walk upon it.