Reddish-brown the leaves for now But darkly purple later. Red wears a crown when leaves fall down But the Crimson King’s is greater.
I had planned to post this back in May when the leaves had opened up on the tree and it possibly would have made more sense. But there are many things that didn’t go as planned this year. We’re all doing what we can.
I hope you are doing well where you are. Take care.
Cold, dry air blew in last night and shocked my neighborhood this morning. It finally got to us–the winter that we had been expecting for months but was no where in sight.
I knew I would do this. I don’t want to, but I can’t help it. I knew that as soon as the cold weather came I’d be wishing it was warm again. Daydreaming about spring and summer and green things.
I really do like winter at times, but I guess not at the moment. The problem now is the sudden change in weather. We had record-breaking warm temperatures at Christmas. I wore a sundress because I was too lazy to dig out my shorts that are packed away in the closet. And now suddenly we’ve got this icy wind swirling outside.
What happened to the smooth transition between seasons?
I can’t help feeling that autumn really dropped the ball. Of course it was fun to keep pretending it was going to be warm forever, but you were supposed to gradually get cooler so that one day we would be so close to winter that we wouldn’t even notice that you had left. Maybe next year you could things a bit more like usual. And could you have a talk with winter? It’s coming on a little strong, maybe it can tone things down a little. Thanks.
I had never seen pink mums before. They are a little yellow/orange and a little of the lavender color. Pretty.
Even though I’m sad to admit I prefer the classic colors over these new-fangled shades. They also had a mix of white tinged with a little purple. I think what makes mums so striking in fall is their solid mass of bold color amid the drab fall landscape. To introduce complex, variegated colors I think reduces the visual impact.
Still, the pink is kind of delicate and nice.
Who knew I would be getting into a debate with myself over chrysanthemum colors outside the hardware store?
The wild ponies are the tiny spots in the upper right, far in the distance. This was taken in the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, found on the Virginia side of Assateague Island. (Here’s a list of previous posts from the park.)