Today the wind blew all the remaining leaves off the trees. Ginko nuts rained down on the roof and bounced to the ground. We have a lot of work cut out for us, peeling the smell skins, washing and drying the nuts in their shells, then storing them to be roasted or steamed and devoured little by little.
The tenacious little blueberry still has its microcosm of autumn color, warming my soul every time I open the door.
Dragons beard, flower and fruit, the fruits so important to the survival of wild animals in the mountains. The tanuki (racoon dogs) will be by soon, eating the kiwi left on the vine for them, snuffling through the ginko skins, and scarfing down the dragon's beard berries.
And then there is the late afternoon spent in the park, when magic hour struck, highlighting, among other things, the unseasonal blooming of lotus in a pond riddled with the detritus of fallen maple leaves.
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