Last week saw our last glorious days of Indian summer, when the sun lit up roadside grasses.
Near our house, a field slopes down to a fenced valley, and the grasses wave delicate purple tops against the sky.
I love the humility of bowed, bristly heads.
4 comments:
beautiful!
Oh Pat, these are gorgeous images. I was noticing a similar light yesterday and the shades of olive, gold, and cranberry in the fields. I love autumn.
your autumn, photos & words are so beautiful, the three of them ! When I visit your blog, I always feel that soothing feeling that only poetry can give. Thank you, Pat xoxoxo
the humility of bowed, bristly heads - *sigh*
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