- Nov 8, 2019
- 1 min read
Last night our local weather man dropped the news: the first freezing cold of the season would be here next Wednesday night. As if it had been listening in, this morning the garden shone with golden sunlight reflected and refracted through crystalline dewdrops, and was descended upon by hordes of pollinators. Butterflies, bees, wasps...all seemed to be gorging themselves on the last few drops of liquid sunshine. I couldn't resist going outside and taking a few photos of this last dance before the summer garden sighs and falls gently into sleep.