Yes, I’ve been “quiet.”
Have a couple of photos of the labyrinth from this afternoon.
The bowl from the west point. The maple leaves were everywhere; I tried to get a nice shot of the freshly mown labyrinth with a couple of them scattered about, but I needed a real photographer to do that.
Our dancing fawn, aka Dionysus. Look carefully at his right hand—his thumb has cracked off. I’m sure I will have to replace him after the snows of winter, but as Shakespeare always reminds us, “Every fair from fair sometime declines.“