This was intended to be a sun, but it morphed into a sunflower. As I stitched I thought of Grace's sunflower and went seeking it on Windthread, looking first at last year. But no, it has been two years?!
How is that possible?
In any case, as Grace was walking Tay's paths, I was walking our trails, checking to see how the east trail in particular weathered the four inches of rain over the past four days. Fortunately, it was mostly slow, steady rain, so there were no washouts, but the anticipated wintergrasses were well underway ...
while the fall grasses were beaten down ...
Rosemary was in bloom, as is its wont at this time of year ...
and the cedar elms were displaying what passes for fall foliage in the Hill Country ...
The bird bath was full to the brim ...
and sunlight danced along the edge ...
shifting in the breeze ...
The sages weren't daunted by the chill in the air ...
and the yaupon promised lots of berries for Christmas decorating ...
even as the four-nerve daisy put up one last bloom ...
soon to be nipped by frost if the forecast holds.
thank you Liz for this walk...
ReplyDeleteand before i read your words...i looked long at this glorious SUN. to me,
it IS Sun
the birdbath is beauty Full....makes me want one again, wanting....
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful Sun(flower) and walk through your garden
ReplyDeletea nice walk, you are gathering a nice sun collection.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all for coming by ... Kindred Spirits are very much with me as I walk the land and stitch my memories. What an amazing thing it is to know I'm connected to you all through a hunk of plastic and metal not much larger than a deck of playing cards.
ReplyDeleteHi Liz - here I am speaking from the future - not even sure if you'll be alerted I've commented here. But I love the pictures and how they compliment the mood of the post you responded to with a link to this one.
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