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I have been busy switching seasons. After years in Los Angeles, I forgot that the switch of the seasons means a little more work. The garden can't just keep blooming; there is gleaning and mulching and all the summer toys must come inside. The hammock officially came down a few weeks ago. So sad. The herbs have been harvested and are hanging to dry, and all the pots are being emptied and stacked, waiting for the spring. A few new tulip bulbs are resting deep in the earth this year too. A new raspberry plant is rooting and a pink lavender plant joined the group. There are few mums giving one last bloom, but I suspect by Thanksgiving, they too will find rest.

I have been painting and sculpting and reading, enjoying the last bits of warm sunshine...

All I have left are my warm memories and this painting to remind me of the heights of summer!