When younger, it was only a murder of crows that signaled the magical air of Halloween was nigh, but here it’s also a rafter of wild turkeys flustering up the apple tree. The crows watch on, amused, from a birch above. The territorial squirrels test the ‘intruders’. I paint them all into the scene.
It is now frosty. I finish my last oil painting in the seasonal studio before it snows. We’re also tidying up the house this week. All those post-reno items tucked into shelves and drawers are now sorted and labeled, ready to use. Knowing where they all are makes for a calm day. Pumpkins are being painted. Costumes sit at the ready. Our wild turkeys entertain us by flocking up to fight over the last apples. They roost until the last drop of noon falls away into the leafy breeze. Sometimes, just two come out to our organic garden. Today, almost thirty! They sense our soft, vegan auras….feeling safe in this green witch’s garden. We thank them quietly…for eating up any little biters and for tidying up before winter falls upon us.
These happy/vigilant souls soar down one at a time, giant wings all a flutter. They care for their family, just as we do. Leave them be. They’re busy in their wild routines. (No one enjoys wearing acidic orange.)
A tapestry-style family portrait will go in our new Rose Cottage kitchen between the sconces and over the sink. Fine art prints and cards are coming up! (1st layers-in progress)
See you again at teatime, you funny iridescent theropods.
Which animals signal autumn for you? Love, ~Amor Milagre
