This was last week in the garden. Times have changed dramatically in one short week.
This was the morning fog a few days ago begging you to peek and see what’s under that heavy mist.
This was this morning’s frost.
The characteristics of fall are encompassing, softly bringing introspection, showing off its in your face color while quickly becoming sparse signaling that the end is near. The garden is like an old friend saying goodbye but that you’ll see again someday. It shows the beauty of time gone by while making us think about the winter that’s coming.
Faces that were hidden all summer peeking out now from behind the branches.