Musings

Lucky me

I went out for a quick walk late afternoon and found these dogwood leaves posing in the brilliant sunshine.

Rosy glow (no rose or rows)

I do love it when the camellias emerge in the cold season…or the kind of cold season we get here in ATL.

Fruity

Nothing quite looks like a rambutan…with those aesthetic spinterns in a variety of greenish and rosy hues.

Eye on the thermometer

With a cold snap on its way, I sought flowers during my walk in the bright sunshine today. It’s 22°F colder now than when I walked. No lie.

Whew

We received our first rain with a chance of soaking in since Helene. Yay. It began last night and into the morning, and then the afternoon was merely overcast and damp.

Mem-ree lane (meaning beach)

One month ago I found this beauty on the beach. It’s prettier than the leaves we raked today, so I decided to reach back for a pretty. You can imagine the leaves (none of them from maple trees).

Compost artifact

This strawberry somehow went rogue on the way to the compost. Pretty, eh? Or: pretty interesting?

Side hustle

Our outdoor furniture is catching the down-raining leaves.

Oops (almost)

I nearly forgot to blog this evening. Guess why? [Nothing to say [especially about current events], in essence.]

I’m not sniffing THAT daisy

I’m thinking about the definition of democracy…then considering the destabilizing social discontent, the repeated unapologetic lying by squadrons of elected officials, and the rampant internet propagandizing…and I conclude that I don’t know where we’re going as a nation. Not that I have any political science chops or anything. 🤣

Regarding the title, I’m not sure that’s a daisy, and not a mum or an aster or some other botanical supporter of bumblebees.