Most of the leaves are down, the weather is turning colder, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Must be the middle of November. But there are still a few stalwarts out in the garden.
I picked swiss chard and brussel sprouts for supper, and enjoyed the interaction of light on the leaves and on droplets of water.
The bronze-gold raspberry leaves are still on the canes, creating graceful golden arches on the edge of the garden.
And who knew that veggies can get downright pugnacious at times? The caption with this crabby cole is "Who ya calling sprout, kid?"
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.