One planter, two stems,
some dried up leaves, a few weeds -
        but no tomatoes!

 

Not enough water, I guess. And kind of worn out soil. 

Small fluttering down,
gently blanketing earth for
     a long winter nap.

God of justice, God of love,
in your endless effort to
mean all things for good,
time after time you nudge us
toward acceptance and forgiveness.
From earth to heaven,
from east to west,
from now to everlasting,
your steadfast love abides.
If only we could mold our brief lives
around the mercy and grace
in which we live.

Small fluttering down,
pause, grab a sunflower seed -
     up, up and away.

 Bracken have turned brown,
"tamracks" are turning yellow -
      an ending coming?

Just feeling a little uneasy - saw a piece about how public climate change conversation and reporting tends to be overly optimistic....

(1)Six small tomatoes,
four summer squash, one pumpkin -
       one deer saunters by(2).

(1) inside the [community garden] fence
(2) outside the fence!

Last night's red sunset

promise holds true this morning -

        a beautiful day.