While I can't say I was happy when they tore down the house in the middle of our block, it's hard to feel too upset when the morning glories light up in the autumn sun.
The trees are also starting to turn, although in some cases it's difficult to tell whether it's an effect of the season or of the extreme heat we had through much of August and September.
It's probably one of those questions that's better not to fixate on.
Inside, the orchids continued to bloom.
Outside, an ant relaxed on the petal of a Japanese anemone, also just starting to bloom. "Leave me alone and stfu," said the ant when I asked if it was enjoying the fall weather.
"Ants are rude," confirmed Dante.
In other garden news, the toad lilies continued to flower, which is a promising development because we moved them earlier in the season.
Most plants aren't afraid to show their emotions: if they're happy, they'll flower; if not, they'll just give up and die.
"Flowers are stupid and weak," said Elektra. "If I'm not happy, trust me: you'll know about it."
"I'm happy sitting on a piece of paper, but I can't really explain why, which makes me feel confused. Is it possible to be happy and confused at the same time?"
Whatever. It was finally not hot and we understood that the light would be amazing while it lasted.
"I've never seen the autumn light," said Clio. "It makes me want to move to Nova Scotia or Scandinavia, where the shadows are very long."
"Sometimes you can stay in one place," said the garden statue, "and the light will come to you."