The Red Flag is still flying here

Daylight is dwindling, swallows are leaving, apples are falling but down at the “Lake”

Hesperantha coccinea, the Major Crimson Flag, continues to hold up its head.

It flies as a finishing flag

Last call for our bees to gather nectar

Last call for the Rudder Darter to pause and soak up warmth

Last call for the Lily to squeeze out one more flower

It does not seem long ago we were fretting about low water levels but now the Lake is full

and reflecting the blue skies

Whatever the season, it is a place of striking shapes

and ever-changing reflections