Into The Blue Asters

The sun has been out. The meadows are dry.

It has been getting cool enough for me to start preparing the plants that will need to go inside before a freeze.

The cats have been hunting as the vermin hurriedly gather nuts and seeds. Tis the season to put on my orange hat.

It draws me down into the blue asters.

In Monkshood blue.

This is where my ashes go when I am done.

I tinker on

In a moody, ever-changing garden.

A place where the wild animals wander all about. Button. Is that you?