Late Autumn

Over the course of this last week the colors have changed around here.

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There are a few last shots of color here and there.  God bless red roses.  I try to memorize the color so that during the bleak months I can remember it– and keep my spirit alive.  Do you do this too?

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This is what is left of our Happy Returns Daylilies.  I love these plants.  In the summer their lemony yellow flowers make me smile.  And now they remind me to have faith in the process.  Bright colors will return again.  Yes?

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The water on the glass-top green-rimmed table is doing a great job of revealing the bleakness of the woods beyond.  I love reflections.  What is real and what is imagined?

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And then there is the woods back of the house.  The leaves on the trees are all down now.  I like how easy it is to see the grayish brown trunks of the trees.  Very visual and organic.  There are no straight lines in nature, eh?

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Ally Bean

Observant. Creative. Humorous. Adaptable. Happy enough. Looking for the crumb of truth in the cookie of life.

9 thoughts on “Late Autumn”

  1. The bleakness of winter has its own sort of beauty. And it makes the springtime that much more welcome (I am soon going to be moving home to Texas…I will not miss snow and cold weather but I will miss the changing of the seasons). You are lucky to have those wild woods behind your house!

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  2. kacey, I agree about bleakness having beauty. I like it, as a matter of fact. But too much of it can make me depressed– which I try to avoid by paying close attention to how the seasons change little by little. If I focus on where the color was and is, I make it through winter without SAD.

    Margaret, thanks. I tried.

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  3. I particularly like the first photo. The bits of color make me feel very philosophical. We’ve had our first freeze and the poor marigolds did not make it to full bloom. The tomatoes and zukes have died. Yet my herbs continue on as if nothing has happened. A few more days and they will find their way into Thanksgiving dinner.

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