Starting the day at seventy-two degrees for a Sunday morning coffee muses.
It’s relatively cool this morning. It won’t be by this afternoon.
You can tell it’s nominally fall by the flowers. Goldenrod glows from every field.
Milkweed awaits the monarchs, and while waiting feeds the few hummingbirds we have left.
Once again the angle trumpets are hung with blooms…
And all summer long the chaste tree has been attracting hummingbirds and bees and butterflies with it’s royal purple blooms.
Have a peaceful day…
