Forgot to mention that two mornings ago I heard that our overnight low was the coldest it had been since 10 April. Wow! That’s a long span of (roughly) summer!
This redbud leaf shows that the decay season is arriving. The lantana above is better able to hold its own….
I know I’ve already showed these this fall, but these flowers are lovely to look at and wonderful to sniff. Floral, rich, lush—that kind of scent-iment.
Autumn is also the season of ginkgo output. The leaves are…tame, but the fruits are nasty-scented—the better to attract a critter to take them away from the foot of the mom-tree. However, ginkgo reproductive success is not my responsibility.
Soon, F will return and vacuum up more of these odor-bombs; he’s a saint for doing this chore, which the lovely D cannot do as she is allergic to the ginkgo sap. And to think that some Asian folk make jellies and the like from the fruits. Such are the complexities of plant chemistry.
We visited the ABG with the lovely B. It was kids Halloween costume day, along with many kid-focused activities, formal and informal.
It doesn’t take much imagination to figure that many families burned through many pixels.
I’m thinking there are few things more charming than an angel riding a pony.
This is the second story of what’s essentially a strip mall. I don’t know what’s behind the curtains because there are no signs or words on the windows, and the curtains are never open.
This is just a pattern. Mesmerizing almost as much as a flickering fire.
Still grooving on the white ginger flower-clusters.
Asymmetry isn’t always apparent…as with these lights. Mostly we don’t look up and notice such details.
Okay, not a total report….
First, the dentist. Lovely lady; fun staff. Truly.
Then, because we were out at midday, we had lunch out. Rare. But it happens. [Pho, you see; which is supposed to be phở, but I don’t have that well-decorated “o” on my keyboard and have to cut and paste from elsewhere.]
Then, tada! We did an activity beyond rare for the two of us. Major consumer…lust…may well be in the air. Or water. Fingers crossed that the market remains…strong? approximately where it is?
Meet autumnal oregano.
And the white (not edible) ginger is in bloom.
And Dylan (born Robert Allen Zimmerman)…superb B&W art chosen by The New Yorker for its cover.
The paleness along the veins of this leaf…stunning.
Tar-zhay humor…better, I think, that the original (just a single BOO).
Our evening meal was centered around our imported food souvenir—a real Upper Peninsula pasty!
I was so surprised to spot the Conestoga wagon (or whatever kind of covered wagon it is) in the side shed of this grain elevator yesterday. So surprised I forgot to post it, I guess. See it, the arched white canvas(?) top with a red-painted wooden box? For parades and the like?