Musings

But they’re pretty

Cut flowers are usually shipped miles, often by air. Also, they are often irrigated, including if grown in a hot-house (or similar). Thus, cut flowers are not-green green…and essentially represent a transfer of water from one part of the world to another…where they are thrown out, or sometimes composted (probably with chemicals (herbicides?) on them).

Survivors = troopers ?

We had rain off and on all day, and I looked out into the gloom at one point, and a sprig of a 5 foot tree in the understory sported bright yellow leaves, such survivors.

I found out today that coral and jade are the 35th wedding anniversary materials.

Drifting yellow

Can you tell these are ginkgo leaves? They are, and they’ve dropped…one of those mysteries in the plant world is that they fall at the same time. BTW, that renegade garnet leaf on the left is from a maple.

Autumn organics

I decree: the lacy maple leaves are electrifying the sunshine.

On another street, I found a fallen sweet gum ball en route to becoming duff.

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).