Relative Something

It was a classic September morning yesterday and a rather photogenic one, I must say. How about a wispy fog in the valley around sunrise?

Around the corner, near the barn, we just couldn’t stop gazing at the scenic landscape.

Then Cyndie remembered she was going to pick more wild American plums from a tree beside the compost area. It is entangled with a vine that has sprouted some fruit of its own. We have some grapes!

Not much for size compared to cultivated varieties but great fun to see them appear on our totally wild vines. Maybe the growth in this spot is happy to be in close proximity to whatever leaches from the piles of composting horse manure.

Before we know it, these mornings will start to get frosty and the growing season will come to an end. As the planet warms, that’s been happening later and later every year, so it’s a guess as to how soon. The shorter hours of daylight make it seem like the change to frosty temperatures is just around the corner.

I’m mentally prepared but won’t be holding my breath in anticipation. I love September mornings no matter how they come.

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