Autumn grips the land and the heat of summer is sweetly forgotten.
Autumn Bouquets, above and below…the Black Locust.
The Eastern Rimrock
One of the two sweet cottontails living under a porch…”Flopsy”
The Witch’s Garden features reds this year—zinnias, Copper California poppies, and geraniums.
Our son’s high flight over the place…located near the middle, below horizontal highway.
California Poppy Tincture, a calmative, and our Halloween and Autumn Great Pumpkin.
Bear Lodge, a.k.a., Devils Tower, in fog.
Amber shades in afternoon. At season’s slowing…and I may return to a writer’s rhythm…I am reading the Southern writers and studying their short stories, and have just finished Terry Tempest Williams’ The Glorians, a gorgeous exploration of grace, grief, and how God and gods show up in our senses. Terry is a source for a people’s conscience. Especially today.
May Peace—and the Glorians—
