Summer’s Last Rose

I plopped myself down on the porch swing this morning for a moment of quiet time, and as I was transfixed by the sunrise peeping up over the green barn, its shimmering  rays radiating through the dew in the trees..this gorgeous Yellow show-off stood in my line of sight, saying, “But hey! Look at me,…

I may wake up in the morning tangled in tomato vines..

So for the last two years I’ve scooped a LOT of horse poop…and chicken poop…and rabbit poop…and more recently goat poop…I’ve also raked a crap ton of leaves..and not the romantic red maple and golden sycamore leaves of autumn…no, here in the Arizona mountains, our scrubby oak trees have it all backwards…They drop their pointy,…