Fall is in the Air

...that certain crisp bite that says change is near.

Season Change

When there are fallen leaves inside

I know Fall has arrived.

Dog Psalm #45

The Patron Saint of growing things

always includes you in her prayers:

may you flourish and blossom.

Her devotion endures all weather and seasons.

After the rain

I stop and smell the flowers.

Iris are the apple of my eye.

Dear sweet deep blue summer

so soft beneath my feet

I savour our days together.

Allergy Season

 

Kerchew!

Dog Psalm #33

The hum and thrum of Spring is this morning's melody.

A cobalt sky hugs the granite mountains and kisses the tree tops

gently coaxing tender green buds onto brown limbs.

Come. Come.

The patchwork of snow recedes 

and the deer emerge from the edge of the woods

to prance in the golden pastures, flashing their tails;

while the robins search for the worms.

A demonstration and display of

joy in the business of living.

The Fifth Season

is the most marvelous season of all.

It is 'Mud Season'

That sweet, mushy time

between Winter and Spring.