Only Part of the Picture

Long day, neutral shades. 

Fall, winding down after 

Summer long party. 

Heart sick, I guess. Why? 

The leaves are falling, fallen. 

Flash of color, fade. 

Tapestry

Lazy fall day. Leaves,

red-veined, brought home after walk.

Life looks up, blue sky.  

Chronicle (not very good, I can tell)

Blank stare, so tired now.
Autumn, bipolar days and
nights. I spoke with Joy.

Rough draft:
Blank stare, so tired now. 

Autumn, polarized season. 

But I spoke with Joy. 

Happy Place

December Does Funny Things To My Thinking

Weird how long the days are, and yet the weeks and year are flying by...

Mushroom Hike Pt III (Final Part)

Mushroom Hike Pt II

The garden right before a cold snap (or the onset of Winter, we really can't be sure just yet)

Broccoli and lettuce. I'm not entirely sure it's a great idea to grow lettuce into late summer and early fall, it's just not really something you feel like eating at this time of year. 

My one actual tomato cage. It slowly fell over through the summer as the ground was too hard so the sticks weren't lodged in the ground well enough. 

Some green beans. Last time I checked, when I took this photo, they looked great, no frost bite or anything. However, that was yesterday, and it's been much, much colder since then. 

A couple tomatoes, my swisschard rows, some more green beans, and at the end, the cucumber plants. The Armenian at the end is dead, but the other one's hanging on. They were all a bit frost bitten yesterday, so I'm not optimistic. 

So there you go, a fall garden update. 

The Fresh New Ending Of A Season (A series of portraits)

And the town is ours on this muffled cloudy morning,
Everything silent, so that a dog's howling is unnaturally loud,
heartbreaking and a little eerie;
A baby bird's chirping underneath a dumpster;
Earsplitting,
Sending the dog into a frenzy, so that I cannot investigate further.

The ground is damp beneath my bare feet, her paws
And we brush raindrops like jewels from long, bent dry-grass as we walk by.

There, a perfect brown aspen leaf on the sidewalk,
Raindrops collected in its hollow.

Further down, bright white flowers catch my eye
Among a lush forest of squash vines cascading over a wrought-iron fence.

Hello! The man across the street calls after my soft exclamation of wonder,
Hello! Is my answer, and we exchange how do you do's before continuing on.

(I write about walking and rain, nothing new, but never the same.)

September