Autumnal sunshine. Or, walking around on a lazy fall day…

Hanging lanterns waiting for cooler nights to be lit and sparkle

Some still budding

Others…

fading.

.

Gates to the secret garden jungle

painted

adorned with a new handle.

Jungle continuing to jungle

Those are hoses. not snakes.

I think monkeys may live here.

With us.

one never knows, in the jungle.

Forgotten statues become unearthed when the leaves drop.

...I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.

So I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

                                                                                                     ~Nathaniel Hawthorne, 10th October 1842