10.20.25

for our collective index of delight...

“Maybe because I was an October baby, I am especially tuned to the shift in fall, a season of both fruition and depletion. Ample moisture and forgiving temperatures refresh parched plantings. Autumn is both a temporary reprisal of spring and a liminal threshold to dormancy.”

— from Gold, and essay that appears in my book, Color In and Out of the Garden