The garden path leads to Autumn

but there is still much beauty going on
like this lone morning glory 

there is joy in the wabi sabi look of this chair
and my heart swells with joy for the little flowers
 that are so ordinary, but today
so welcomed and adored by me

Even the dreaded monstrous grapevine
 that has taken over my chimney this summer
Is beautiful with its deep purple fruit

......that my wards...who must move on soon
will eat to to fatten themselves up for the long journey of migration

Oh I will miss you all,
 but will hold tight
to the awaiting feelings of excitment and anticipation
for your return
 

Sweet Autumn
your blooms are breathtaking
I shall never have a garden again without you

Remember the summer I cut you down instead of the grapevine
and I cried out

But you came back to me the next year
thank you

Even the clinkin clanking caliginous collection of junk
never fails to open my eyes to ordinary joy
wabi sabi

and the new arrivals that spark childlike glee in me
...You are in good company...welcome

autumn joy sedum
how wonderfully named
so true
pure joy

My obedient plant has spread over to my neighbors side
and she thanked me
ha....

scarlet.....how beautiful you are
against the iron
Glad I remembered to toss your seeds in the ground
for you have rewarded me with late blooms
of such passion

I have gathered my pots together
to keep them close by
so I can nuture them to the end

Oh....I have seen too many of these little feathers scattered around
The hawk returned

I can only do so much
...chase him vigorously
...but he waits
and he eats for the day

so sad for my mourning doves

....but the trees  weeped leaves
and your feathers were covered with deep respect

The dove just having roosted in your branches

Dark/light
joy/sadness
predator /prey

Oh the lessons of the garden