It arrived over the weekend.
A bit later than the lunar calendar
But you could feel it in the air
I love this time of year.
Beginning in August
We can hear the high school band
Practicing each morning
It’s the sound of the Friday night football crowd.
Shortly after that
The whistle of the train in the park
It’s the seasonal rhythm
Of the sounds of my backyard.
The change of season
Is also happening
In my garden.
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.