Judging from appearances, it’s easy to forget that it really is fall. The frost that covers the garden in the morning is melted away by the afternoon sun and 70 degree temperatures.
Pink flamingoes and blue skies. What about orange and red and yellow? My poor flamingoes. Barely two years old, and they’ve just about lost their black bills. I don’t think they are in any hurry for cold, cold weather and snow.
The wood is ready-a mix of old and new, past seasons and this present one, when the Maples were trimmed. After the wild fires this summer, I can’t say that the idea of having a fire in the fire place is all that appealing.
Even the sunflowers think it is still summer. As quickly as one fades away, another blooms in its place.
Lovely Kona, with her russet autumn colored coat. She loves the snow, but she also loves to run on bare grass, playing with her favorite outdoor toy-a rattling dried gourd left over from last year.
A reminder of what awaits in November…
Isn’t this tree glorious?
I’m happy to report that after nearly a week of smoky air, it’s clear today and we are breathing more easily. Amy is also feeling better and she is just about over her bout with pneumonia.
Happy Wednesday, my dear readers!