May it be a season of new hope
The mums have peaked earlier than last year
But they and these little wildflowers still make me smile
Pinky the Pet Geranium moved inside on Sunday, where she will winter
Vines long dead, these forlorn pumpkins still abide
Crows flocked here and yon on Monday
Harbingers of the coming storm?
No, they say...they come here every autumn
Halloween decorations in our town
Wondering if they will ever see any Trick-or-Treaters
Sandy brought snow to our campus!
Wet, wind-blown snow
Sticking to this reminder of a past storm's wrath
Ice-cold apples await the deer
Snow all gone, the geese wonder what that was all about!
Brother heron looks for supper
Sycamore against grey skies on Halloween
Stunning patterns, really...singing of autumn's passing
The week moves on
Cows in masks stare at me
October becomes November
I stopped by a park on All Saints Day
Where I pondered movement...it was not a still day
I thought of all that has passed, all that soon will pass...sigh
I wanted to go hug this cow!
Friday...a reminder of the political season
I have been so angry at the ads in Ohio!
The hawk I call Tecumseh visited me in my distress
Reminding me that one can find beauty in the midst of devastation
Indeed, great beauty is all around us, with promise of renewal
And so one prays for a brighter tomorrow