Green wishes, they grow

Looking wishingly out, they turn everything they have, to face the autumns weaking sun. Like my thoughts, childishly green ones, hoping, allways hoping. And my lonely plants, they do see the bigger green, they must have a dream! 

It is cold and wet outside. Apples not ready to pick up yet. My yard is still finishing the summer, and I don't mind at all. 

As I like to say, muy bien - mie piän. Me like!