Older sumachs above stretch longer limbs draped with wine-red flags.
Creative artistry and all sciences fuse here. Think fractals, solar system, architecture and synthesis. Think...The wild field’s treasure includes tiny yellow snapdragons and miniature white daisies. Here and there, unmown clover plants have spread into fountains, each stem capped with a purple busby. Khaki grasses stand toe to toe by the thousands.
Rustling trees swaying high against the grey sky, play a soundtrack for October's sensory feast.
Not one petal or leaf is perfect, flawfree; there is brokenness and scarring all round. Indeed, Nature is preparing her annual graveyard.
But oh, the irresistible beauty.
Is a life that bestows life,
Root of world-tree
And wind in its boughs.
She rubs oil into wounds.
Alluring all praise,
(Hildegard of Bingen)