It settles on ferns in the wood,
reflects the sky on the river,
and defines the smallest of seeds.
The last of the summer sun glistens, shimmers and beams. It is sweet. I want to say good-bye.
Good-bye to the warm long and lingering afternoons.. to fireflies in the evenings. Good-bye to the catbirds, and rubythroats, to the flowers full of color, to the dragonflies and beetles...the bees and wasps.
There is fulfillment, and ripeness in the garden.
It is the time of year when we reap and then glean. And the sun shines a little less, shadows grow tall and once again, it is time to turn.
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Although I will miss the warmth it also means good bye to the bugs. And there is still lots more work before we can go sit by the fire.
I feel like a ray of that fall sunshine has come into my home with all these beautiful pictures Cyndy. You have captured the feel of these lovely last days of summer.
It went so fast this year. Seems as if summer didn't decide to show its face until August. Beautiful photos. I could feel the warmth in my imagination.
Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll a new life over
-Omaha by Counting Crows
Your post and the changing season reminded me of that song, which I love. Thanks!
sigh.
how beautifully captured, Cyndy. thank you.
well said. I can't quite believe the equinox is upon us again. Enjoy the harvesting!
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