Do you like the changing seasons?

We just celebrated three years living in this home. I am always finding something new to

Buster watches out for his little sisters

photograph!
The garden, well-loved and carefully tended by three green thumb families, is a blessing. It blooms all three seasons. The forest, I adore. Taking the cats for walkies amongst the trees, smelling the moss, hearing the wind, watching for new birds, brilliant colours, keeping an eye out for new critters, is such a rewarding time for me.
I keep on finding new flora and fauna; bugs and birds. I didn't know we had ladyslippers, I didn't see them bloom. The spring bugs were pretty bad.
The stump stabbers were a shock, with their 5" long ovipositors. I found three on the stump yesterday. The asters have lots of visitors. One photo shows a bee, wood nymph and fritillary on the same plant, in the same shot!
The goldfinch have already begun turning from gold to olive green.
The hummers are still here, although it won't be long before they depart for southern climes.
I'm tired of gardening. Fighting with the bugs and the yellow jackets, as well as the poisonous plants, like Water parsnip. I've worked hard, the pots overflow with lovely petunias, but I'm ready for fall.
The berries hang heavily on the trees and bushes. Wasps have created paper nests, our bear has hauled it down from the tree! A silly chipmunk sits on the fallen pine tree, a product of a summer storm. It watched as the cats approached, then ran off, chittering all the way.
People ask if I leash my three felines, but I do not. They just follow me through the forest. Buster will come to the door and ask for a walkie.
Daisy sat on a branch, over the wetland water, her tail getting wet, happy as a clam. Usually, they spread out, but yesterday they all seemed to hang out together!
Geraldine bullfrog is happily rotund, she sits in the dark snapping up insects at the side of the pond. Otherwise, she watches for prey all day from the plant pot. Soon, she will hunker down in the pond, under the ice. She used a green frog as ballast, then hauled herself up into the pot. In late fall she is a quiet, slow-moving submarine, sleepily travelling the bottom of the pond.
Our World Tuesday
Stew is in the crock pot. Biscuits baked.
Fall; bring it on!