What a play it has been! But it really is time now to merely recall "the languorous siesta of hot midday,
deep in green undergrowth, the sun striking through in tiny golden shafts and spots; the boating and bathing of the afternoon, the rambles along dusty lanes and through yellow cornfields;
and the long cool evening at last, when so many threads are gathered up, so many friendships rounded, and so many adventures planned for the morrow." (The Wildwood chapter, from the Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame)
We officially know it's over for a season when our home loses its lovely mantle of ivy until spring.
As much as it is anticipated in the late spring, I dread the brief change of color, and then the red leaves dropping off one by one from the vine-covered walls of the house.
It's an unusual look for a New Mexico house to be vine-covered. Cactus is more to be expected.
It's just a little bit fantastic and very beloved.
And now just beginning to turn.
All summer birds and insects take refuge in the ivy. And still, all through fall and winter flickers will feed on the dried berries, announcing their presence with a rustling at the windows.
But it's good-bye for now, and I wanted you to see it in it's glory before it's all over.
Thanks so much for stopping by! Ciao! for now!
I'm joining up with the Tablescaper for Seasonal Sundays. Pop on over for more celebrations of the Season.