Big retrograde renewal, rejuvenation, and regeneration was the name of the game recently for our blessed 108 yr. old ash tree that graces the dining room patio and main yard.

As temps begin to dip and the wind begins to howl gustfully in our direction, colours soften while some intensify and we are approaching our last hurrah before winter. The colder nights add dimension to this tiny rose’s colours and deepen the ‘discarded’ cabbage from the front porch whose dirt moved to the veggie shed.

A wise person always endeavors to know and refrain from UNDERestimating a potential adversary. The trick there is identifying that potential adversary then expecting the best and preparing for the not-so-best.

The fall equinox brings many changes and surprises, not the least of which are at the feeding station and in the gardens. Fall has fallen . . .

Some old reliable September friends have made themselves evident recently – the morning glories are winding in profusion, the datura is making its first peek, chubby bubby squirrel popped in for a nosh and talk about the epitome of a ‘dinner plate’ dahlia!

Regardless of the genre of adornment - Fins, Feathers, Wings, Petals or Legs – there is an immutably perfect niche for all visitors to our Coconut Island in the Sky this month.

As we revel in the first sort of real monsoon season that Joshua and I can remember, bunches of new stuff are happening. The crotons and begonias in our two big flower boxes are bursting at the seams.