“Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow.”  – Author Unknown

I am always mourning summer’s end, but really.  Could we have had a more perfect month than September was, than October is?  Fruitfulness in the garden, warm, sunny days and cooler nights?  Slight breezes and swaying branches.  Green grass, blue skies.  I see a little color starting to paint the tips of Aspen leaves out the back door.  October’s glow is golden and warm as I continue to carry in armloads of tomatoes and cucumbers, zucchini and squash.

No actual autumn rain, but a gorgeous autumn, nonetheless.  Pie, mmm….and coffee I received in Montana!  Delish!

God bless him, Rocky requested pumpkin pie for his family birthday celebration the other day.  Early cool morning the house smelled of brown sugar and cinnamon baking as yellow and orange sunbeams rose slowly, then erupted into a merry dance and if only I could have stopped time…

 Amelie (trying a new look) and her mommy.

“October is nature’s funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure

is more beautiful than the month of coming – October than May. Every green thing loves to die in bright colors.”

– Henry Ward Beecher

“Where on earth have you been?” the lemon cuke scolded.  She was miffed at my absence while I was in Montana.  “You can see what has happened here, can’t you?”  Yes.  I could and I had warned her of such trickery when the sunflower had perched so slyly in the tomato row.  Yes, he’s offered his shoulder, but just as soon as lemon cuke was entwined, depending heavily on Sunflower for support and tomato thought a forever friendship had been established, he turned his head and bowed out.  Oh, still he is there, less cocky than before and slightly bent over, but he is of no use to them now.  Once the dashing provocateur, now a shadow of the promise. 

Not to worry, I comfort heartbroken lemon cuke.  The birds will soon peck his eyes out. {I cannot help laughing at myself for thinking such violence, and lemon cuke finally gives in with a faint smile…}  The spell broken, lemon cuke returns to her garden square, esteemed and protected by King Zucchini.  Summer has ended.  Farewell, oh dashing Helianthus Tuberoses.  Fare thee well … {the birds really are gonna pack his eyes out!}. 

We took a colorable version of Picasso’s “Guitar Man” and wrote blessings and words of love for Rocky for his birthday as part of the song of his life (this year is all about song at our celebrations…ask Wrex about “Rocky mountain guy”  hehe!)

Today the pool is packed away.

{But it DOES kinda still FEEL like summer…*b i g smile!*}

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