Sometimes it's wonderful to go out for an amble. No destination in mind. It's a chance to open your eyes and see what is around you, what has always been there around you. I thought it was a little late in the season to find a raspberry, but no timetable has applied this year. I did leave a few behind for the bears.
Cow Parsnip is going to seed, and I have never noticed how beautiful it could be. The seeds look like coins, all ready to skim across the fall grasses.
All the moisture we have had this summer has caused all the fruits and berries to become full. Even the ponderosa pines are sporting enormous cones.
Fragrance spills from a crushed juniper berry, bringing back memories of a cool gin and tonic on a hot summer's day.
A few flowers are still blooming, holding their own against the prospect of a frost. Appearing incredibly dainty, harebells manage to defy the calendar.
Old Man's Beard clings to certain tree branches, eventually overcoming its host with the weight of the growth.
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