Fall color

It has been a week of cotton candy skies.
Glowing mornings, glorious evenings, blue days in between.
But, where there should be autumn’s color in the trees, they stand brown and lifeless. A contrast to the fall changes across the yard.

The goldenrod is in its glory. The fields buzz with eager bees, faces buried in the warm, delicious blossoms. Orange pollen bags filled to the brim as they tirelessly work each flower.




I almost mistook this Locust Borer for a wasp. His black and yellow striped abdomen should have scared me away, if I hadn’t looked so closely.




Clouded Sulphurs and Cabbage Whites dance and spiral across the flower tops. Their field is dotted white with asters.




The red and golden trees usually steal my attention in October.
But, this year, I can’t take my eyes off the field and its fall color.