Tawny

The bright colors of fall are beautiful, but my favorites are the tawny colors of drying grasses and weeds. If you let your eye catch on them, explore them, you notice the differences between what could seem a large stretch of sameness. A phrase from a Mary Oliver poem pops into my head - "and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular." I sometimes think that if we humans managed to eradicate all the things "we" deem as not useful or not beautiful, the world would be so much less rich. So, here, now, I am thankful for all the marvelous beauty and diversity that surrounds me in my own yard and community.

thyme under leaves

Virginia creeper

rock wall and beautiful, tawny weeds

dried grasses and rocks

tawny and headframe

mountains and weeds

love the way the mountains look like layers, stacked on top of one another

more mountain layers (from Walkerville)

Callie in the sun, sharing the bed with a few fall decorations yet to be put up