In the garden this late afternoon, a slow-moving bumblebee sways on a Mexican sunflower blossom tucked beneath a great sunflower leaf, its tender orange spared from frost. With a knife, I cut broccoli.
Every bit of sunlight we can get, I take — and urge my daughters to take, too.
The trees are throwing their leaves away. This time of year, some trees hold green canopies, while others have already emptied their branches.
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky —
the moon seals it.