We have moved into the fifties in the 72 Japanese seasons. “Wild geese arrive” and “Chrysanthemums Bloom”. In my garden the tomatoes have been harvested and are ripening on the counter. The delicates have been repotted and brought in (along with hitchhiker bugs). Still pumping out beauty are the dahlias, moonflowers and hyacinth beans. I will carefully dig my passionflower vine and hopefully preserve the five fruits and are dangling and ripening. Will they survive the interior voyage? We’ll see. Mornings are blessedly dark. I love the dark dawn.