24 October 2026

 The garden this morning, under a clear blue sky after the storms of yesterday -

The sun is still low in the sky to the left of the big oak, illuminating its leaves to a glow.

I can never not find beauty in this giant tree that opens my heart

The chairs of summer afternoons and evenings are littered with dead leaves and the remains of dropped, ripe figs, and will be folded up and stacked under the house tomorrow.