Friday, October 28

She folded her hands primly and sat ... waiting

A rainy day, the temperature has dropped at least 15 degrees. Still, I want to wring every last vision of autumn's beauty from our garden. Hunt for it. Capture the glow before it vanishes. A reminder of life, of warmth, of nourishment and joy. There is loveliness in the garden's demise. Just look!

1 Comment:

Kim Carney said...

That is so lovely