Exotic is a state of Mind

The seasons are playing with my mind. The calendar tells it's time to prepare for the colder months and yet Mother Nature has other ideas. She is refusing to conform and relinquish balmy days just because the month of October dictates so. The still-flowering runner bean plants are more reminiscent of exotic, tropical blooms than reminders of staid country life.

Mother Nature is throwing caution to the lilting breeze that travels through my open doors and windows. The breeze is teasing, provocative even, it seems to whisper that a life lived by confines is not living. It dares me to be different.