We are moving into the Equinox, balancing light and dark, work and rest, inward and outward movements. This is what we are seeing now:
Morning fires in the garden.
The vines making a last long dash across the trellis.
Cedar Waxwings on the top third of the fig tree.
Smoky, dusty haze across the valley.
Cat sprawled on the bricks in the greenhouse, warming her old bones.
Twilight comes earlier every day—the bunny is not happy to go into the hutch sooner.
A basket of delicate squash.
Harvest moonlight and moon watch.
More people and more cars in car—schools are opening.
The drier runs all evening with figs and plums.
Crockpots of tomato sauce.
Soak in the warmth of the slanting sunlight now, knowing the clouds are coming soon.
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