The gourds on the bamboo trellis were blackened by the frost. Just not sure if I will pick and pull the vines or not. They seem to be a mess.
On the deck the white gourds are so lovely I want them inside in baskets. I had a moment of sadness as I gazed at the gourds.
Carolina Wren came by with a sweet song and the sadness went away as he sang. Autumn is like that for me, poignant. One moment I am filled with wonder and delight the next I am longing for the newness of Spring. Hope he stays all winter.
11 years ago