I feel it. What I saw out in the meadow and wetland…
The flowers of fall – we always called them wild asters – the last before a frost. Spots of purple among the greenery.
A lingering daisy, a summer holdout.
The meadow that was a sea of lavender is brown with dried Canadian thistle.
Gold to enhance the purple, drifts of goldenrod… and a flower we called “butter and eggs”
The beavers have built dams to create ponds for themselves.
Heron hiding spots.
Colors and textures of autumn are clothing the land.
Life and death in contrast
The higher water levels (thank you beavers) have caused tree kill around the ponds, but even these silhouettes are beautiful, I think.
Nature’s delicate lace.
Milkweed, nearly ready to burst its seed pods.
Grasses that bend with the breeze.
Water, hurrying on it’s way somewhere
Day sinks past the horizon, taking summer with it. Fall comes peacefully, relentlessly.