Last sun of September

Gurgle of the West Branch

Crackle of a woodfire

Wind through the treetops

Leaves begin to change

Various greens

A hint of yellow

A dash of red

Smoke from the campfire

Swirls

As if deciding

Which way to blow…

As if called by the leaves desiring to turn, cooling air creates low-lying clouds in the distant highland hill of Northern Michigan.

The sweet corn has been picked and put up for another year. Vinifera gently begins to turn to rich purple. Soon the grapes will be turned to must for another year’s vintage.

And in the meantime, we enjoy this sweetest of of seasons, as fresh tomatoes from the vine burst with each flavorful bite.