The light was just right, I wanted to go outside and stare at small things for a few minutes, and so I did. This is what I saw on my little journey.
Some things out there are still getting ready to bloom. Hope in October, harbinger of winter.
Some thorns are just … excessive. Some excessiveness is simply thorny.
I wonder, if this leaf looked different even 18 hours earlier. I wonder what it might look like in a day or two, if I could find it again.
It seems awfully convenient that some of these fruits split open for easier access for the birds and squirrels and what not.
These still have a way to go, I guess, but I like the way one part of the branch reminds you of what is missing.
A bit of one of the local sycamore’s bark.
Those trees have such great character.
It is entirely possible that we can see all the colors of autumn in this one beautiful little leaf.
Oh, and this from another sycamore. One of the leaves, still hanging on its branch, managed to catch a bit of sycamore bark.
I like that it was holding onto it. I’ve wondered all night how that happened. Now you will too. Let me know if you figure it out.
More bark, different species.
There are a number of reasons this could be happening. Some of them are normal and natural. The reasons behind this specific instance will also remain a mystery.
