Autumn Joy

What a perfect name for this perennial. It's such an easy plant to grow and looks so pretty in the fall. I love the color.

Fickle Fall

'Tis the season for fickle weather. One day it's downright cold and windy (ok, cold meaning in the mid-50s) and the next day it's 84 and humid. I've gone from running the furnace at night to cranking the A/C back on in the afternoon. There's a cold front heading our way again, so hopefully the cool weather will stick around a bit longer this week. I'm not ready for snow, but I sure wouldn't mind a nice, long month of mild temps.

Camera Shy

You wouldn't believe the time and effort it took to get a decent picture of this darned bird! He's practically become part of the family, he's here so often. However, he's very camera shy; dashing off the moment I reach for my camera, yet lingering for long stretches of time if he realizes the camera was accidentally left inside.

Of course, Rod (who names everything: cars, ficus plants, wild birds, stray cats) has made it official. Please meet "Wally."

Last Rose

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

- Thomas Moore

The Monarchs Have Arrived!

I've seen dozens of Monarch butterflies this past week. The asters are full of them (as well as honey bees), in spite of the strong, gusty winds we've had. We even had a tornado warning in Lancaster County last night. First time in a long time I've heard the sirens go off in Lincoln!

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Autumn...

Blue Sky

After three days of rain and overcast, I was thrilled to see such a gorgeous blue sky this afternoon. It's currently 70 degrees with a very slight breeze and simply lovely outside. Just got back from an invigorating walk along the bike trail where I saw a sugar maple with a few red leaves! I'll take my camera this evening when I walk with my hubby.

I love autumn!!

Hostas

I need to plant more of these.

Fall Aster

The Return of the Wasp

Wasp

Country Road

September

SEPTEMBER

by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

HE golden-rod is yellow;

The corn is turning brown;

The trees in apple orchards

With fruit are bending down.




The gentian's bluest fringes

Are curling in the sun;

In dusty pods the milkweed

Its hidden silk has spun.




The sedges flaunt their harvest,

In every meadow nook;

And asters by the brook-side

Make asters in the brook.




From dewy lanes at morning

The grapes' sweet odors rise;

At noon the roads all flutter

With yellow butterflies.




By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With summer's best of weather,

And autumn's best of cheer.




But none of all this beauty

Which floods the earth and air

Is unto me the secret

Which makes September fair.




'T is a thing which I remember;

To name it thrills me yet:

One day of one September

I never can forget.

Field Trip

This past week I've noticed an abundance of sunflowers in the empty fields and ditches on my way work. I decided to take a field trip one afternoon and see what I could see. In spite of the bees, wasps and ticks (no, I didn't see any ticks, but I KNOW they're out there!) I managed to take several decent pictures. I love the contrast between the brilliant blue sky and the yellow flowers. Makes me smile.