These hanging plants have always seemed to me to be the dividing line between Summer and Fall. There are still a couple of flowers hanging on, and the leaves turn gracefully down to the ground. The basket hangs on the outside of the woodshed which is attached to the back of the house.

I always think of this as a sad photo, I guess I’m steeling myself to say goodbye to all this colo and light.

When I see this delicate hanging basket start to wither, it’s only a few weeks away from feeding hay to the sheep and donkeys. We used to do it in November, but climate change now gets us to November, even  December.

I love the delicacy of this photo; the camera seemed to grasp what I was looking for.