The sun is low, shadows are long. Autumn has arrived.

September marks the indubitable end of summer. The veggies and fruit are ready for a final harvest and the clouds are rolling in, bringing that crisp autumn air we love so much, while we snuggle up with steaming cups of cider. 

I love it and enjoy watching the rain fall and the leaves turn. 

We only invented the word organic because we made things inorganic.
We only invented the word natural because we made things unnatural.
We only invented the word permaculture because we made agriculture.

-Khang Kijarro Nguyen

                                     

This little Spotted Towhee is unknowingly having it's last bath and drink of water before a hawk comes through the garden and snatches it for a meal.

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