Ripe tomatoes, onions, celery, peppers, and garlic from the garden are cooked into chili sauce to save for another time, months even years from today.
Our two cats are busy wrestling, hunting, exploring the darkness of thick brush, yet stopping by to linger for a moment on the deck, mewing their hellos.
Our prairies skies are filled with geese, departing as they follow an instinct too strong to ignore.
Surely warmer temperatures will come again before we plunge into winter, but the scent of stubble burning off the harvested fields reminds me that there is no denying summer's end.Written as a sliver of life in this place for L. L. Barkat's On, In and Around Mondays. Stop by Seedlings in Stone to read what others have shared.
5 comments:
I love this sliver of your life.
Many of the same signs here ...
the geese. always the geese mark it for me, poignantly so...
I do believe the geese are leaving your place and coming to mine. A huge gaggle of geese was resting on the creek yesterday when I came home. They're just resting now. As soon as it becomes a little cooler, they'll soar into the sky, get into their "V" formation and move further south. I love seeing them do this....just an awesome sight!!
Beth
Wondering if "God in the Yard" has made it to your home yet?
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