Recents rains and wind have torn all but the most stubborn of leaves from the trees. Even the oaks have released much of their canopy – they usually hang on into winter. Perhaps everything is ready to move on – our recent foray of Mercury in retrograde motion has fucked all sorts of shit up – and while it ends today, there are usually residual damages to come. Can’t wait!
Here’s a seasonal scene that shows off the sort of jewels that November still has to offer – berries and fruits and dried seed pods mostly, on a decidedly more muted level than the high riotous splendor of summer. That’s ok – the senses need a break as much as the garden does. Our slide into slumber is well underway.
