On a recent dewy morning, I took this photo of a bit of Virginia Creeper on the lichen-blued trunk of a fencerow hackberry—mostly because I thought the message worth passing along.
Whether you count yourself one of those "summer sunnies" who delights in cloudless skies and blazing heat…
Or you like your days crisp, your nights cool, and would rather put on a flannel shirt than bug dope and sunscreen every time you head afield…
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12 comments:
Irene too.
.....a beautiful photo! (I love the cool, crisp days of autumn, but the greying of winter gets a bit old by Feb and March when the snow ends! I dread those days...)
Bonnie…
Huh! I hadn't considered, but I bet you'll get a piece of that storm—what?—Sunday…maybe more than you'd like. Take care and good luck.
Kelly…
The first hint of color among the green, and a whisper of time's passage. (I love fall, too—and winter, for that matter. But by mid-February I'm starting to look for touches of green. My old Celtic/Druid blood doesn't much mind the long gray days, though—moody and good for deep thoughts.)
Flannel. Flannel every time.
Thank God for autumn and the beautiful word itself (it's blue in color, for some reason).
Robin…
It is? Autumn, the word, is blue? Hummmm. For me, I'd have to think about that…but a beautiful word, for sure. Flannel isn't bad, either.
It cometh indeed Grizz, whether we like it or not. I noticed on my journey out yesterday (see the outing on my blog) that here in the UK the horse chestnut trees were turning golden - they are always the first sign.
Weaver…
Here, it is the Virginia Creeper (also called Woodbine) which starts the parade with a few pinkish-red leaves (though later the plant's leaves will turn a bright red, like a flame running up the trees, and then a red so deep it is almost maroon…three colors on the same plant) and the incredible scarlet warbonnet "feathers" of the sumac. When these appear, and the goldenrods and asters spatter the fields with purple and gold, there's no denying the turn of the seasons.
......and none too soon. :-)
Love you
Gail
peace......
Gail…
After two months of sweltering heart, I'll absolutely second that vote!
No I have to shield my eyes from that red sight-not yet....My bones haven't warmed up completely yet.I am off up north 2weeks camping on a rockcliff -swimming below.
AfromTO…
Hey, if you go camping very far north of your hometown, you're bound to see a few swamp maples blazing red, and maybe a yellowing tamarack or two. And IMHO, unless it's been a long hot summer thereabouts, should you plunge yourself onto a northcountry lake, you're apt to freeze your…well, it's gonna be rather bracing.
Been there, done that, and would do it again anytime…but Canada ain't Key West when it comes to swimming in September.
Have fun!
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