September.
A warm one really.
There are berries on the dogwood. The birds will be happy about that.
There are pears despite tree fungus. All the leaves turned black and fell off. But there are pears. Smaller but sweet. I will learn more about pears. These grow along the road in. Trees need to be trimmed along the wood's edge, too much shade. Next year, more fruit trees and some learning.
There is a circle here on Everything is So Fragile. Even though it is too big to see. More than one actually. Suddenly it has occurred to me that there is no other kind of direction. In perspective.
