Sunday Safari

Indian Summer warms our November days.

Some leaves remain in the woods.

The squirrels are busy gathering acorns.

November's light amazes me.

We are studying the Medicine Wheel this month.




There is one not too far from my house.



We have visited this wheel before.


I was born under the Earth Renewal Moon.



I find comfort in this spiritual path.


We hiked in the woods near the Medicine Wheel.



A flock of Cedar Waxwings


ate Juniper berries.

The lavender is blooming again.

There are bees and butterflies in the marigolds.
There are leaves covering the ground.
We are staying near the gardens.
We are preparing for winter.
We have come full circle.

Happy Sunday Safari!

Indian Summer

The Juncos have returned.

They will stay all winter.

Chick-a-dees come and go.
They are friendly little birds.

Gulls circled my house this afternoon.
A warm southerly breeze kept them aloft.
I see them often in November.

The Northern Cardinals are still coming for seed.

They still act like mates even though

they have stopped singing.

I am on a quest.

I want to see as many butterflies and bees as I can
this November.

I want to remember each rose.


I walked the neighborhood.

Some of the trees are holding on to their leaves.


I placed our Jack-o-lantern out in the sun.
I hope it will dry.

It is Indian Summer.

ABC Wednesday

P


is for Purple.

This perennial is

a popular



plant.

There are plenty of butterflies as long as there are blooms.




P is for

Pipevine Swallowtail.

I was pleased to see her.

P is for passion.

P is for Puddling.

P is for Prairie.


May we preserve and protect.



P is for Pokeweed.
The berries provide a native prairie
purple dye.


P is for pencil pin.
A personal treasure I made
from my Father's pencil collection.

P is for pumpkin

and Pilgrims.

Happy ABC Wednesday.

P is for the People that host and play ABC Wednesday.

I am proud to be a part of this fun meme!

Sunday Safari

A few blossoms remain.

A Painted Lady

and an Orange Sulphur find nectar.





The marigolds are thriving
even after many nights of frost.



They provide food for the migrating Monarchs.

Surrounded with leaves the white mums stay warm.







November is a gateway month.

We are having new beginnings.

We shall study the Medicine Wheel.

We shall walk the good red road.

We remember family and friends

that have gone behind the veil.

We celebrate and are grateful.

We work together as a couple.





Like the Snout we bask in the November sun.



Many of the leaves have fallen from the trees.


Indian Summer has begun.