Filling the hummingbird feeders for perhaps the last gasp of summer – I will miss theses birds when they fly, but for now watch as he sits on the clothesline and waits for the bees to clear…

Sunflowers have finally shown a golden-yellow face. Some planted and some perchance have grown where they will – seeds dropped by the birds grow in peace…

Last of the sweet corn dwindles in the sun – but much has been put up and the taste will linger through the winter…

Trials and tribulations of an old organic farmer’s grandson – The early summer drought, various pests and several wind storms have been tough on the vinifera. Enough for wine?? We shall see…

Yes, I will miss the hummers, the dragonflies, and the stately monarch as they migrate to southern climes – and I will trust good fortune that I will meet the GENTLE SPIRITS again in the Spring…