I took my walk this morning. It was the usual long route, along roads where weeds flourish in the ditches and past rolling farms whose fields change with the seasons, but today I felt sad when I allowed my self to accept the fact that summer is almost over and fall is well and truly on the way.
I never walk without taking my phone along, so I decided to record some of the late summer beauty. It almost makes me cry to know that the beginning of our beautiful autumn also means winter must follow.
Virginia Creeper is showing tinges of red.
Goldenrod, as high as an elephant’s eye, brings tears to mine. Thank goodness for Aerius!
Wild grapes are purple …
It’s still quite green around the house, but when I mowed the lawn yesterday some brown leaves had fallen from somewhere, so I mulched them. That’s an early autumn look I love though — a newly mowed lawn with a few red or golden leaves blown down.
If you look more closely you’ll see that
But in the meantime, does anyone want this monster Boston Fern? I don’t have room to keep it over the winter but if you do, it’s yours.