The trees are losing their leaves and changing colors.

Fall in the front yard garden

I love the changing of the season for this neighborhood tree and the newly planted ginko losing its bright yellow leaves, across the street. The mums growing low to the earth, propped up with a repurposed stake, by an unknown Urban Farmer, seem to bloom until the dark gray weather of winter arrives. Winter hasn’t arrived and it’s unseasonably and unreasonably warm weather for San Francisco, California, even for the ‘Sunny Mission’. The bench top shows and still the homemade trellis’.

One of the winter squash seeds I planted, this is the first year from seed for my neighborhood, is poking up through the soil.  I feel like the farmer that goes out to pull the corns ears to make them grow faster, but for me, the Urban Front Yard Garden Farmer, “it’s making sure the plants are alive, showing signs of growing and feeling the responsibility of feeding others.” The neighbors are asking questions, seeds they muse, obviously doubting, so it’s important to me that it not fail.

In my opinion this is some of the best modern public art, a memory stated clearly, and it’s pretty, “really pretty.” I hear art must be pretty.  This is pretty art in San Francisco, California.

Maybe you have to see it in the street? Maybe it must be seen in real life to feel it’s bigness, I hope not. I have one picture of the shaft of the arrow. I am sure it is NOT sanctioned ART, it was free. I cannot show the neighborhood, or even the entire arrow and don’t in the cropped picture below. It is a light pole, the point of the arrow is a glass globe.

A bloody arrow, pointing to the sky, with pretty feathers, a Native Memory and an artists interpretation.