The hairy white oldfield aster is a native to the eastern US. It blooms midsummer through midfall. It makes a joyous splash of brightness against the autumn background. May each of you have a blessed day! Doc Ellen
Trees, lest we forget, have their own memories. Arboreal kin folk remembered as the lake recedes and the ancient ones briefly appear in the silver hush of an autumn dawning.
Oh the eyes of this bird! This is a rusty blackbird in its winter plumage. These birds are in decline and are considered to be a vulnerable species. I see a few of these rusty blackbirds every winter here at Jordan Lake. Keep your eye out for the golden eye of this blackbird!
The crow had found a leftover biscuit somewhere. Apparently it was a very hard biscuit. Crows know to soak things that need to be softened. This biscuit gets several dips. The shorebird that shows up occasionally is a greater yellow legs. I hope you enjoy the crow and his breakfast.
today I am vibrantly me
anon I will be but a memory
but today that letting go
that surrender to the wind
is not to be
today I am still vibrantly me
… soft autumn shades as Grayced muses, thoughts so far away …
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