The last of the bright colors are leaving in the wind. Amazing searing color! I'd like to be able to dye a red like that. Nearly neon.
In the woods, the colors have relaxed. It takes a bit of time to appreciate the subtleties. They are a bit easier on the eye and to duplicate. I love both. Someone once told me that wearing red signals a readiness to change. Perhaps. In the case of Miss Autumn, most certainly.
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The grays and browns of November, sprinkled with yellow beech leaves and the very last monkshood blues. It’s a season I don’t care for, because it so clearly marks the passing of time.
That red! I love seeing it and wish my yard was large enough to have a burning bush in it.
And does that fungus not remind you of the rings of Saturn?