There’s picture posts abound right now of dahlias in their glory.  After all, this is their time to reign, and what a show these tuberous beauties provide.  I still see the beauty in this dahlia bloom despite its withered appearance.  I see romance. Something ruffled, not crumpled.  Vintage.  Antique.   And what an exquisite color palette this photo provides to be inspired by, don’t you think?  I’m enjoying lots of windowsill bud vases as much as possible before the hard frost makes its visit to the east coast.

It is the commencement of my favorite season of the year.  The still and snowy days of winter comes in second, though I’m in no rush for that quite yet.  The squirrels are shaking off acorns from the oak trees like mad.  Bright and colorful dahlias are a plenty.   Sunflowers are still smiling.  Evenings are cool and make for comfortable sleeping.  The days are shorter, signaling me to ease up on outdoor chores and focus on my home’s interior.  The cricket orchestra is providing free evening music.  Pumpkins, gourds and locally grown delicious root crops are coming into season.  It’s an absolutely divine time, it is.