My blogroll is bursting lately with beautiful autumn posts and pictures. After so many years on the East Coast, I’m still not used to fall here in Southern California.
Around here, autumn is blue and green
and hot pink
and candy-apple red
and sunny gold.
It’s definitely fall, though: nippy mornings, Santa-Ana-hot afternoons, fruits ripening on the neighbors’ trees.
The bees here are pink and white this time of year, did you know that?
This one could be a New England forest floor carpeted with pine needles
but really it’s a close-up of a palm tree’s trunk.
Ah, here’s an honest-to-goodness autumn color shot:
This one seems more like spring-comes-to-the-woods than suburban-yard-in-October.
But these are San Diego’s true colors:
We took these photos on a walk around the block earlier this week.
It wore some of us out.
Last week’s reading, and assorted other things
Sometimes It’s Hard to Tell
Late April Doings
Still catching up.
I don’t like wattlesnakes