This post is for the love of seasons.
And for all those tender hearted, kindred season lovers, out there.
Don't I sound like an 80's radio disc jockey?
I do love seasons.
Each so different and lovely in their own way.
The other day a blinding sunset poured through golden peach leaves.
It almost knocked me off my feet.
Took my breath away.
I had to run and get my camera.
I stood in it, for a long time.
Until it finally faded.
It was spectacular.
I am loving our autumn.
Confused and slow.
Like a baby or a puppy just waking up from a nap.
The pecan tree drops leaves as you stand under it, almost like a created scene in a movie.
Leaves on 4, action!
I collect pecans.
I eat some, put some in my basket.
The green pods the nuts live in smell like a faint combination of amaretto and eucalyptus.
I sniff and sniff.
Collecting as I go.
We climb trees trying to reach some.
I stroll around our little parcel of earth.
It feels so different with the golds and reds dancing about.
Climbing roses frame my little window just perfectly.
I whip around the garden path, marveling at the apricot tree.
This afternoon on my walk around the garden, the tree was set against pink sunset mountains.
No time to get the camera though.
I collect this and that from the garden floor.
Morning glory leaves, like hearts, now golden too.
I stand outside the garden.
Poor arbor wonky from monsoon rains, begging to be repaired.
New posts needed, and in our possession, now to just put them in.
The apricot tree in the backdrop, looking much like a 70's wallpaper mural.
I check on Brussels sprouts.
The only one the gophers didn't gobble.
And boy is it huge.
Little sprouts are now filling the trunk.
Leaves meld in colors of summer to fall.
A peach tree volunteer grew huge in the vegetable garden this summer.
Giving its own autumnal show.
I think I even see Pantone's 2015 color of the year, Marsala, in there.
Even the dry zinnias make me happy.
I keep my eye out for 4 leaf clovers.
And notice how I can barely see my stars anymore.
The wisteria that crawls up the front porch is golden too.
Leaves almost all gone.
It was so heavy and full of leaves, now scattered all around the flower garden.
As rain droplets come for a visit.
Just in time to take the rest of the leaves off some of the trees.
17 more days or so?
Poor tattered rose.
Pretty still though.
Droplets like gems.
As I set out to get all my collected seeds, and some leftover seeds from last year, strewn about.
I wait for the late fall rains to let me know when it is time to scatter seeds for next spring.
It's cold in the desert, and so wet.
My hair gets....
Extra extra fluffer nutter.
My sister says I look like Sammy Hagar when I wear my hair like this.
Basically, naturally air dried, and extra fluffy if it's a tinge humid.
We always laugh about it.
Sammy Hagar, are you my mother?
I have been painting up a storm.
I plan to have little faces to share soon.
I've been sharing a few snippets and tiny videos on instagram here.
I have not been decorating much yet for the holidays in the living and dining rooms.
It looks much like this right now.
I best get my act together, I am soooo slow!
When did I get so slow at doing such things?
Too many pots and not enough hands me thinks.
Hopefully my next post will bring fresh little clay faces.
What are you up to?