After I left Adella at basketball practice yesterday morning, I took a little walk where some leaves have escaped the blowers and the rakes.
From November 23, 2012
Each one told a story of life in the elements among birds and squirrels facing storms, dripping with the languid heat of summer, watching the aspens and birches let go of their color first, waiting, waiting, and then making peace with the earth.
From November 23, 2012
Each leaf, a soul.
From November 23, 2012

Today's Flowers