Persephone at the keyboard tonight, slowly plodding along the QWERTY line (I can press all of them at once, but it's terribly difficult to separate Q from W if one does not have opposable thumbs) because HER LADYSHIP deigns not to assist us in our blogging. She is cemented to her white-hot Macintosh updating her BLACKBOARD account for her art students. Damn.
Maybe some of our friends in the bloggenwelt might assist us in nagging her nibs into assisting her poor, unattended Irish peasant dogs in managing this horrid keyboard and keeping our buddies up-to-date on all the exciting trouble we've been into.
In the meantime, since it's relatively easy to press the "upload image" button, I shall share several pictures to describe the state of Persephone's Garden and the effect that the milestone we reached today (indeed, the Autumnal Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere) will have upon it. I must soon return to the Underworld. Hades, pomegranates, raging Demeter, ah...the Drama!
My Morning Glories are still blooming!
Still, the trees behind them are turning yellow.
My Elephant-Ear is HUMONGOUS!
The Buzzy-Bees are busy foraging...not much time left.
Up North, my Loon is emptying the pond of trout. Did you know that when loons cruise at flank speed, they raise their front-end like little tugboats and drop their tushes?
One last image. Scene: The Boneyard Pool of the Farmington River in Connecticut. Rising trout at dusk.
Dad thinks this is ineffably beautiful, but he's pretty weird anyway.
Okay, Buster says it's naptime!
TTFN,
Persephone
