The pomegranates are back. I thought that they might need another month or so to ripen, but an unknown critter left contrary evidence. I found a shredded pomegranate shell in the crotch of the big oak tree and another cracked shell about ten feet from the base of the oak. I picked it up and spied the red ripe fruit sparkling like rubies. I love pomegranates.
Autumn also ends our native plants hibernation. In the summer we let the plants bloom and go to seed. I've started pruning the sage and buckwheat before the fall growth takes off, widening the pathway
to the pomegranates.