People, don’t be children in your understanding,
Be babies in evil, but in your understanding be mature adults.
1Corinthians 13 : 11 (Sandy’s understanding)
We don’t grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present…
Anais Nin (1903-1977 French born American diarist,essayist, novelist)
And then there are MY zinnias…
Some changes in the flowers of our early autumn, September garden.
Our apple tree is dropping ‘wind fall apples’.
The winds + pigeons of change
The apple held its grip!
The tree stirred with the Euros of Autumn
The strong, hot, dry, east wind.
The apple held its grip!
The movement woke the pigeons their wings agitated.
The apple held its grip!
The Euros and the pigeons together!!
The apple dropped.
By
Sandy 🤔(free verse elemental poem with wind and anaphora for Rebecca's Fake Flemingo poetry challenge)
The brambles around the trees have been cut.
The rain is starting to green the grass and the leaves will start changing…
Take good care of yourselves and thank you for looking at the garden’s September change…
Sandy. 🙂
Lovely pictures and lovely words.
Thank you. I hope I don’t bore my travellers. I will go again soon.
Ha! That sounds like home life in our garden here. Pesky pigeons!
Yes they are heavy enough to make a difference.