Even weeds have a certain beauty in morning light.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
The Confederate Roses are blooming.
They are so lovely, yet a sad reminder of the loss of loved ones.
Six years ago, yesterday, I lost my brother to leukemia. Whenever I see sunflowers or Confederate roses, I think of that sad time when we were saying our good-byes.
I sat with him several times in the weeks leading up to his death. Sitting on his back patio, we soaked up the October sunshine, watching the breeze blow through the pecan trees. On the other side of his neighbor's house, I could see beautiful, frilly, light and dark pink flowers--Confederate roses. He told me he was tired and ready to go home. Staring at those pink flowers, I told him I understood, although I actually didn't. We sat quietly for a while and then he went back into the house to lay down and I cried, watching those pink flowers dance in the wind--knowing they would fade away and be gone far too soon too.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
A baby green anole has been living in the hydrangea bush next to the porch. Isn't he cute?
The last of the hummingbirds are making their way south.
We had about a dozen of them today. Some young, some old . . .
. . . some male and some female.
We also had at least three woodpeckers swiping pecans. They appeared to be red-bellied sapsuckers.