Fall crouches at my front door.
The small stone-bound container off my porch overflows with its energy. The once scrawny nasturtiums that suffered through the summer now fill the space left by other plants past their prime. The potato vine sprawls in all directions and its neon color pops next to the orange of the pumpkin.
It won't be long before frost nips them all back, but in the meantime they shout out "success!" every time I pass by.