
Another sign of summer’s ending.

Another sign of summer’s ending.

I’m kind of glad it was on the other side of the glass…

The spider spins its web.

Morning dew.

Just this once, I remembered where I’d left them…

Autumn in the garden.

Gathering on the telephone line, heralding the onset of Autumn.

Ripening nicely in my garden.

That you’re being watched?

And it tasted bloody good, too…