Last week I felt antsy to get out and photograph some of the late wildflowers along the path. Much to my dismay, many had fallen victim to the big mowing machine the city send out periodically. Gone were the evening primrose. Gone were the butter & eggs.
Here's some of what we did enjoy:
The butterfly weed gone to seed and ready to blow around - yes, it's related to milkweed!
Michaelmas Daisy, right on time -
Pine needles all over. Well, they were more all over before the mower -
AUTUMN
by Florence Hoatson
Yellow the bracken,
Golden the sheaves,
Rosy the apples.
Crimson the leaves;
Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white.
Autumn, good morning!
Summer, good night!
