Fall

The red has begun.  The blush.  We know the goodness that is plumping up within.  No wonder this fruit is a symbol of prosperity, of fertility.  It is just so full.  And I wait, almost holding my breath, through the beautiful, shorter days, burning hot mid-way, cooling with the lengthening nights, wait for the skin to crack, to reveal the dark red seeds.  Party time:  I am developing an understanding of the Acorn Woodpeckers who know well when it is time to harvest and stash.

Today I gathered the winter squash.  Ooohh.  Yes.  I am envisioning soup.  Baked squash.  Yum.  It has been many years since I have grown these.  Last year friends gifted us with homegrown Butternuts and seriously, there is nothing on the planet quite so good.  I sure hope my friend Nancy brings home some of that stupendous French burre; oh, I better stop before I make myself hungry.

Yes.  I love egg photos.  There is just something so pleasing about them.  It's the same thing that Hafiz speaks of, something Divine.  I suspect that their shape and color has always pleased the human eye.

Bounty.
Beauty.
Abundance.
Seasonal changes.
Movement.
Flexibility.
Rich color.
Warm wind.
Coyote howl.
Floating leaves.
Yellow.

It's a grateful kind of prayer, I guess, opening to the gentle Fall.
Love and hugs.
xoxoLC