My Mother's Garden

Fall has come, and so do the rotten tomatoes. Gather them up while they still have some juice!
Coming home to my mother's garden. I feel serene and reflective, away from all the come and go of a busy week...ready to gather fresh produce...and some of my wits about me before I go back at it again!
Flowers burst forth like gaping eyes, incredulous at their own nature.
The rhubarb's violetly livid stems.