Afraid
I’m not afraid of shady fogs,
Solely about me and my evil thoughts.
I’m not afraid one day I’ll lose my desire
Only that my dreams will wither like a flower.
I’m not afraid of death as much as of life,
With the burden of sin, carried around.
I’m not afraid of what is to be feared,
Just that my luck would become real.
I’m not afraid that hate will conquer my core,
Only that my love will destroy the world.
I’ve posted some pictures before with our vegetable garden. I have to be “honest” with you that I had some help from my little helpers. ( They made me to be honest ). Here are some pictures with them.
They work day and night all summer( even when we were in vacation ) so we can have a nice harvest.
Thank you my Little Helpers.
It is a sign ,
unfortunately,
the summer is over.
The yellow color,
is starting to take over.
the heat,
is changing in the fog
heralding the coming of fall.
Adrian B 