Fall blew in on a mighty, cold, north wind. It toppled our beloved Willow tree, but left a trail of purple blooming asters in its wake. Just a couple weeks ago, we were still brushing the century mark. Now it is sweater weather. The two-day wind storm stoked anxieties about more wildfires. We were thankfully spared here. I want to hide in the garden away from the news and the sense of dread I feel about the election ahead and […]

Categories: Homeward Bound Memorial Garden, Humanity, Thought • Tags: 2020, election 2020