Spooky Weekend Coming

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.

Hot Wax Fit

I kept wanting to prolong the fun of working with the ivory confetti imagery so I did 3 more in the series.

Those of you who have taken classes from me know how these were created. Patience and love of the materials.

I'm pretty sure I could keep going here but other sirens are calling ... is that you, cold wax?

Look what I discovered at our local taqueria. What is it about the mexican culture that is so brilliant about food and drink? This is not carbonated and I had never seen it before in my travels although it must be common somewhere. Have you guys seen it? 

Buff Beauty is still carrying on.

These are our regular daylight neutral, ever-bearing strawberries.

And this is a strain of very fancy incredibly flavorful little strawberry. The best.

And these are a mixture of the two which happened by accident in our garden. Now that bitty delicacy is big and fabulously flavored. Yum!

Heritage has put on a hearty re-bloom.

The little house John built over the tomatoes so they don't get rained on if we get an early rain. Our tomatoes don't like to get wet in the fall.

The sunflowers are nodding their heads; heavy with summer memories. Sleep will come soon enough.

The glorious sunset over our lane.

All is quiet here. Everything that lives is holy.