Seasons

Leaves drift from the trees, opening up vistas that have been hidden for a while. Flowers are sparse. The garden has stopped producing and is in the process of being tidied for the coming winter's sleep. A dozen ruby throated hummingbirds vie for a place at the feeders, gulping up nourishment before they begin their long journey.

The three goose families that called our pond home for weeks have all gone. The goslings, tiny and yellow when they first swam here were images of their parents whe...