After the rain yesterday, I grabbed my camera and went for a mini-walk around my yard, capturing a few pictures. The leaves had scarcely turned color before they were on the ground, although some are still holding fast.
I spotted a single not-too-healthy apple on a tree and looked for signs of more. There weren't any, even on the ground. Where did this one come from?
The flower was a surprise. I have an old potato barrel cut in half filled with petunias. Just when I thought the season was ending, a brand new set of blossoms showed up in the petunia barrel. I don't even know where they came from. They were hiding in the petunias, but I didn't plant them there.
The smell was the most surprising of all- crisp warm air filled with the smell of fresh wood and damp leaves. I wish I could capture it here.
a note of joy to share.