I love Halloween. Not the costume holiday with the trick or treating of my past, but the way it feels inside my being every year at this time as the season turns and things get wiggly. Fat spiders. Ripe pumpkins. Then the miracle of decay. It's like life expands and expands until it has nowhere to go except return to the beginning. It bursts, scatters it's seeds and falls down.
And the whole thing is just so beautiful. So mysterious. What a full and amazing miracle the seasons are.
The garden is falling asleep. We've had 2 nights of light frost and the more delicate plants have burned leaves. They whisper their good-byes as they slowly lie down.
Thank goodness I can watch it all from the comfort of my house.
Where I have my friends, my computer, my imagination to keep me entertained.
But I thought it was time I ducked out to grab a few photos for you. Of the Maximillian sunflowers.
The Guanajuato Blue Salvia.
The gourds and vines, letting go.
The vast beauty of things passing.