Two old apple trees with sapsucker holes
Impermanence...
Autumn's creeping in with clouded up, misty, drippy, skies. The gnarly old apple trees out there by the fence have already begun to say their goodbyes. Winter will come as soon as it pleases with cold, wet days and blowing breezes, pizza hot with drippy cheeses, smiles and tears and tickly sneezes. In spring and summer we sing and run and living and loving is lots of fun. There's things beginning or already done and smiles and tears and storm and sun. And when seasons are ended they've just begun. :-)