forced balance

today is the last official day of summer, and tonight they have predicted snow. ain't no time delayin'! we had 3 hard frosts last week, which rendered most of the farm dead immediately (at least they didn't suffer) and i spent the next two days hiking high into the snowy san juans to mourn that ending as well as to exhault in the beauty of transition. the leaves now are morphing into golden coins and fiery plumes on every deciduous tree, and the cones on the evergreens are bursting with the promise of renewal when the conditions are right. i've been seed collecting from my plants at the farm, too, hoping the lessons learned from this season will sprout evolution next spring.

and perhaps we'll see a bit of an indian summer. i'm not ready to dig out my snow tires just yet.