The Watchers

Do you think

they may be simply

watching the last rose of Autumn?

Fungi Neighborhoods

Once upon a time a tiny spore blew into the moss and lichen neighborhood.  Not one moss pulled up roots and moved.  Not one lichen opened their mouth in protest. They grew and prospered together. 

 Like kind grew closer

but in the end the organisms made up their collective minds to favor cohabitation in peace and harmony.

May humans take a lesson from Nature.

She's been at it far longer and know it's a workable solution.

The Thanksgiving Spider

The spider wove its house carefully and prepared for company.

Waiting for the guests' arrival

it ran out to greet me for dinner.

I was extremely grateful I was too large.

Happy Thanksgiving!

In All Fairness To Cats

I shall honor their cuteness today.

I am thankful they don't poop in my yard.

Autumn Is Called FALL For A Reason

Killing frost has reached our valley.

The leafs rained down.

There are many more to fall.

We have mowed, mulched, raked, carried and blown leafs.  My water gardens look like compost piles! Hubby was kind enough to buy me a leaf blower, a new tool for me.  It makes clearing around the water gardens easier.  

The compost/worm pit is full.  Plants are mulched.  The dogs are enjoying the large piles of leafs I haven't placed yet.

The work continues. I'm grateful I have so many beautiful trees to make oxygen for the sweet country air I enjoy every day.

We're extremely dry here. I'd enjoy a wet rain from the skies but this is part of the seasons. I embrace it.