The Monarch Butterfly has laid its eggs, a caterpillar has emerged and has feasted on the Butterfly Weed in the garden. Then it cloaked itself in a green chrysalis out of which a new butterfly emerged two weeks later.

The new butterfly is called ‘imago’ and now has left our garden to join the long migration south.

And the job of the Butterfly Weed (Asclepias tuberosa) is over. All that remains are brown stalks and seed pods that burst open to release their seeds to the wind, seeds that will take root next spring to continue the cycle.

And we pick the last of our tomatoes

There have been so many we’ve had to be creative

And so, we say goodbye to summer with our tomato pie. We are grateful for what nature has given and what it promises for next year, acutely conscious of the human tragedies in which these simple joys and hopes are out of reach.