My daughter Melissa had a request. Let’s go visit Grandma and Grandpa. She had spent a lot of time, as a young child, with them on the ranch. So the two of us have time to reflect, on the road to Corning, California. My parents are semi-retired at age 85 and 83, farm life in their blood they still enjoy the chance to grow fruits, vegies, flowers, and what ever they please.
Here it is November, Thanksgiving-time and as we walk around the garden, I notice it’s hardly affected by the colder nights with winter looming around the corner. I am seeing small zucchini, green tomatoes waiting to ripen and even a flowering green bean, barely yet a bean. Will they ripen before the frost, I wondered. Olives that missed being picked had a chance to get huge, American flag flying in the background. Seed pods ready to harvest for Spring planting, might become garlic.
There are signs of Fall all around, with so much beauty lingering. As you can see, my parents grow beauty.
Pomegranates are ripe.
Bees are active on this 65 degrees day.
Some flowers look like Fall and some don’t.
When I think of Fall, it’s just a perception.