The Title, I have quoted before. It is from a poem I love by that wonderful poet, Anonymous. The concept suits the mood of the time. I'd love to quote the whole poem to you, but, no, that would never do. Sigh! I am writing about my garden and surrounds. I must get on to my little world of activity. Autumn truly has gone. This young Goose has yet to mature for his flight south.Actually, there has been little activity in my garden of late, since we seem to be on the edge of events. The snow did not come last night, but is said to come today. The weather gradually grows colder. The nights dip below zero. Mostly rain patters down onto our roads. We have been spoiled.The Birds come and go--the little ones. Summer birds have long gone, but the Winter birds must be collecting and filling their storehouses for the coming days. They play 'least in sight.' The Spiders and Insects have long since hibernated--if that is the correct term.Soon all will be covered by layers of that white stuff, so the Birds will have some difficulty finding food. I must get a friend to refill my large feeder. The thought of dragging out my ladder tires me. It will be good to see my feathered friends come seeking once more. The BLUE JAYS have 'chewed me out' for not putting out more peanuts. I only managed to fill the ledges once. They kept up a natter I tried to ignore, I got so busy. I will go out and give them their treats eventually.Yes, Autumn has surely gone, and Winter hovers here in this area. Those of you in warm climates in the south must be pleased to miss our changing seasons. There is charm, and drama, dare I say it, in these changes? The Seasons become a Part of One.What are your Seasons like?
