It arrived over the weekend.
A bit later than the lunar calendar
But you could feel it in the air
Cool
Crisp
Fall
I love this time of year.
Beginning in August
We can hear the high school band
Practicing each morning
Soon after
It’s the sound of the Friday night football crowd.
Shortly after that
The whistle of the train in the park
Is silenced.
It’s the seasonal rhythm
Of the sounds of my backyard.
The change of season
Is also happening
In my garden.
Monarch butterflies
Stop for nectar
On their way home for the winter.
Others flitter about.
The roses give us another burst of bloom.
Praying mantis appear
Along with some of spring’s lady bugs.
Dahlias are glorious in this weather.
And we all know what happens to cockscomb in the fall.
Basil is reaching for the sky
Which means it’s pesto making time.
Peppers finally begin to come on
And speaking of obstinate vegetables
Tomatoes are happy!
So am I.
Hope you have a happy fall week.
Gail
In My Garden 
I love your blog. For that matter, I love you…..
always have, dear friend. You are a special person. I have learned to love gardening from you. Thank you for posting your thoughts. Please keep doing it, it always lifts my spirits.
How wonderful to hear from you. Thank you for you kind comments. I hope you’ll drop by and say hello whenever you are in town.
Still love the memories of the boys playing in the mud together when they were little.
Your garden looks lovely and makes me think I may have to plant some dahlias next year. I’m eating the last of my tomatoes brought in when the garden was put to bed a couple of weeks ago. I’ll miss my garden fresh heirloom tomatoes.
Thank you for reminding us to be aware of what is around us,
you are so right about dahlais, brought orange and red blossoms
in yesterday to brighten up our family room