September is here. I see signs all over.
Leaves and berries have begun to turn.
The bees on the Gaillardia (Blanket Flower) are slow and drunk with nectar, their little legs are coated with pollen..perhaps it is their heavy legs that makes them lethargic.
The acorns have formed. I hear them go plink, plink on the steel roofs, sometimes it is almost like they are serenading me. They are beginning to cover the ground forming a bumpy layer that attracts deer. Deer like acorns. Chance doesn’t eat them..we had a dog that like to eat them once..it escapes me who it was.. perhaps it was G’Day Mate or maybe Captain, both Shelties buried under one of the Burr Oak trees where the acorns liter the ground and cover their headstone:(