visiting the gardens/yard of the "old house" this weekend, i realized the season is winding down already. the gardens/flowers past peak ...and dry, grasses gone to seed heads. the purple asters signalling the end. the beehives BUZZING with activity - stocking every nook and cranny in the hive with winter stores.
the DJINN tree (a gnarly old boxelder of many seasons that has fallen and regrown...and regrown) acknowledged me as i dug out onions. (it "talks" as it's branches creak and moan in the wind). for those of you who don't know me via facebook....i'm attaching an image of what it LEFT me a month ago. this time (digging onions) - it reacquainted me with my hair cutting scissors - how it made it outside - i don't know!