For Miles’ FIFTH birthday party on Saturday, I picked a posy from the garden.

Then  Miles was crabby had a temper tantrum melted down insisted that I pick one for him as well.

the roses are particularly nice this september


Golden day

What is it about fall that is so poignant, so soul-drenchingly rich in bittersweet? It’s the color of the sunlight at just that right angle and the feel of the air, warm but with just the slightest undertone of crisp, the glorious last hurrah of the garden’s bounty, the golden tones of the sounds that waft through the rich air