There are three heads in and around our gardens as Fall shows a bit. The nights have a chill like they used to in August. I’m struck by how the flowers we plant seem to love the heads. The Tin Man has a place of honor in my Garden Bed, above. Nod to you, Ed.

Take a look.

We call this one our Bud head, after our Boston Terrier. They could be cousins.

This head came from Provincetown, he loves living in Maria’s garden.

The Raven is not really a head, but I like ending a lot of posts with him, he just gets to me.