Passage of seasons

The calender says it's fall.  As does the annual fall festival,  golden hued mountain sides, pick-up trucks trolling the roads with their radio antenna searching for the beacons from their dogs' radio collars, harvest carnivals at school and Halloween. 

But there's another thing that surely means fall at our house.  Cutting loads of fresh herbs to dry in the greenhouse before the first freeze.  Parsley, oregano, thyme, rosemary, sage. 

My bare greenhouses now only serve the purpose of herb drying. 

But after I cut the herbs I then wander around the yard and collect dried seeds.  For they are what will fill my lonely greenhouses come spring.

-dana