9.25.15 Everyone and their siblings, here and everywhere

 Everyone and their sibling here and everywhere, growing vegetables and grasses and corn stalks and pumpkins and chrysanthemums, or what have you wherever you are, and then lugging them out in the early morning hours, to put up for sale.

9.24.25 Ah ,the creation of the beautiful nest.

I went to clean out the birdhouses, found a small dead avian in one, so cleaned it out, cut some long soft grass, and replaced it , for those who seek warmth come winter. And in the other? A nice clean (through three clutches this summer) work of art, which, being nice and clean, I replaced. Now close your eyes, imagine you find yourself to be a bird, and feel this urge from far within you to go go get grasses and feathers and mosses and soft things, and create this beautiful nest. 

9.24.15 What remains

In the cool soup of the morning wind, 

there was such a sense of timelessness ; 

of past and present merging, or better yet , coexisting . 

What is before us in this moment, 

and what has passed , 

and that which, far within us remains .

 

9.24.15 That fresh breezy wide-open garden feeling

9.24.15 Waiting til they fly the coop

Waiting to harvest the Rue and make an extract - 

til the bigger-every-day chowing down and happy Monarch caterpillar is all done and flown the coop. 

Lovely , huh ? 

A miracle .

 

9.24.15 Enjoying all that comes with early fall.

9.24.15 Someone I'd like you to meet

After the rest resting, I wandered around the yard , taking in the changing. I came upon the grandparent Aster, and an insect too small to see w the naked eye, which moved beneath the blossom to elude me. Usually I'm more polite, but they were so delicate I wanted just a moment to take the shot, to later see who they were. A very beautiful tiny spider , who draped themselves as they hid. Incredible, really, when you see the range of beings that live on plants.