Dark morning skies warned of rain and wind to come.
I headed out to harvest seed from zinnias and cosmos.
Little Edward and Nellie are ready to lend a helping paw or two.
Bobby McGee, having slipped in through the fenced cat yard, thinks that the cushions on the love-seat are a cozy place to spend a blustery morning.
The sunflower seeds need to ripen before harvest.
J. checking for ripe tomatoes is joined by Little Edward and Nellie.
"Look at them sweet-taters!"
Too much help!
Little Edward has endearing ways, even when being a nuisance.
Bobby McGee has joined his brothers and has a purposeful dig about in the loosened soil.
Nice! A new latrine!
Willis: 'Things were just fine without those kittens. I wish they'd go away!"
"If I don't look at them--they don't exist!"
Clouds are rolling in, thunder growls in the distance, the wind is picking up.
Chasing falling leaves is a delightful new game.
'While it rains, we'll take a nap
Call us if anything interesting turns up.'
Inside, while a brief autumnal storm hurls rain against the windows, I gloat over my seed harvest, set aside for packeting and labeling.
Muffins, laden with dried cranberries, cherries, and coconut, are baking; we chop carrots, onions and some of the salvaged tomtatoes to add to the simmering kettle of lentil soup.
The kitchen is cheerful with good smells.
The garden crew, human and feline, can take a break.