Musings

Not lilac

It’s aster season, asters and mums, no?

Basil experiments

Basil photos, not basil cuisine.

The bee was out of focus, so I tried flash, and it also is ho-hum.

I’m not sure how the basil will taste having gone beyond simply blooming and almost to seed.

Unexpected in white

Clouds low

In Kentucky, I-75 traverses Appalachian-high mountains, and occasionally clouds sit low. We rarely see this given the timing of our trips, but today we did. Just saying.

GA cherries

In Georgia, we rarely stop at a rest area when homebound, but, we did today. And discovered blooming cherries. MaNachur welcoming us?

Group patterns

In the wee hours, we had some wind and a little rain. Leaves fell. Many leaves.

MaNachur made this still-life atop the stump, including that most of the leaves are colorful side up.

Meanwhile, the lake stayed quiet, although with white foam stripes on the surface.

Walking back from the lake, I heard airborne sandhill crane calls, then this group flew overhead. I was in the right place at the right time.

We had overcast all day, but very little rain considering how dry it is.

Red fruit

Barberry. Orange-red, but still red.

Tomatoes, a marvelous gift from year-round neighbor-friends. And no anthracnose—yay.

Orchard life

I’m avoiding a murky, rainy, morning photo, and instead offering droplet-decorated apples, after the sun came out.

Sunny, breezy

Morning light.

Autumnal dessication.

LS/EA

I’m not quite sure how to classify any given moment in the transition from late summer to early autumn (LS/EA). Clearly, this isn’t mid-summer vegetation, and it’s not full on autumn, either. The yellow of the milkweed leaves and the brown of some of the grasses are the give-away to the transition from summer-green.

Here’s another angle, with still-proud asparagus vegetation and a fine apple tree with some laden branches. Here, the biggest give-away is the color in the top of the maple, left of center.

…and green

I caught sight of this leaf display out of the corner of my eye and strolled over to see if on closer inspection I still thought it is the visual definition of wrinkly. Yup.

Details

Late morning, we drove north toward the moon.

Late afternoon, I found this very-orange canna lily. Little did I know that the originals are native to tropical New World areas.