Colors For Deb Stone

For Deb, my nerd friend, my art friend, my lives in Hell-A and doesn't get fall friend, I thought of you when I snapped these. Crunch, crunch. It's the balmiest, sunniest fall I can ever remember. 80 in October? I'll take it.

The Burning Bush in on fire.

Orange and Magenta, hmmmm.

Lined up like the orange to yellow Crayolas. Sumac, I think.

This little guy is called fothergilla, for the bottle brush blossoms. It's too tender for Illinois and is the last of my three left alive.

Hickory trees never fail to golden up the yard.



This is just for fun. Something in the garden from a greens seed mix. Swiss Chard, maybe?


The last butterfly this year, a boy.
See the black dot on the bottom wings?


Happy Fall. The leaves are coming down fast, it's been so dry. But I'm not complaining. I'm storing up memories of all this to see me through.