Killing frosts, layering coats when I walk Rascal, cold nose. Time to put summer away, what's left of pots, hoses, furniture. Now the leaves are beginning to take over and if we're lucky we can get them raked up before the first snowfall. It's over for this year - the bees, butterflies, roses, morning glories, sitting in our sanctuary - over until next year.
Gratitude - The changing seasons - each bringing it's own beauty and traditions