I wanted to leave my pots out for one last drenching rain before bringing them inside.
The heavy rain last night has turned the river red.
Jean May has tossed down her pink confetti to let me know the party is over.
The garden is covered in a colorful carpet.
The trees are aflame.
It’s time to move inside.
The buds on the Schlumbergeras say so.
I have projects to keep me busy. My world will be smaller.
Fall is here folks.