Cayenne

The Boss has been pickling peppers. And took the Blip. I hung up the sunflowers to dry, started shifting firewood closer to the house and made fig compote.

The equinox seemed very still, quiet when I walked under the walnut trees, big leathery leaves falling.

Holding our breath. Wondering what this winter will bring.

Rain is on the way. I hope we leave the parched heat of summer with grace and moderation but the fretfulness of our changing climate bodes ill.