Fall creeps in at Wishetwurra Farm.
In the garden, mildew, late diseases, and just plain senescence are claiming the summer’s formerly vibrant growth. Last fruits are trying to mature as the days shorten. Last blooms make the attempt to bloom. Some buds won’t make it.
Some will, but their pollen goes only to feed the late bugs and the late bees.
Which is still to good purpose.
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