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.
