At My Feet
I can spend hours wandering around the yard looking for new flowers, interesting butterflies, changes in cloud formations and even trying to catch the early colors of fall at the tops of the trees. But sometimes I can look down to the mossy path between the oak trees and find this gift at my feet. Mother Earth is a most crafty entity.
oh the green on green makes a wonderful shot...fall will be here soon yay!
ReplyDeleteIt's a great time of year for clouds. Walking home in the evening I sometimes trip on stuff because I'm looking up at the sky. Like you, there's a pleasure in looking down, too: yesterday it was discovering that, yes, it was raining hazelnuts from the tree. Summer is done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely, soothing photograph. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteacorns are magical.
ReplyDeleteand the greens.... gorgeous
Tabor, thank you. The leaves are falling in the woods - I sense Fall in the air.
ReplyDeletefrom an acorn grows the mighty oak - hard to imagine, eh?
ReplyDeleteAt least you wander about - I mostly sit and stare
It's a beautiful gift! Yeah!
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