An exciting adventure looking at the land and the people around me.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Crisp Fall Day
Nature often shares a bouquet with us. I enjoy finding a good assortment of color placed all together as with this first photo. I watch them fade and decline, remembering their original glory. The New England asters range in color from pink to a deep purple. There are two tinier varieties of aster that are white, but often get tints of purple and pinks. My mother used to recite a fall poem with a line, "Asters de purple." I have tried to find it and often wonder if the word "de" was from her European heritage, both Swedish and Italian. Because of this,asters always have offered a charm in the fall. A movement off to the side catches my attention and I head off chasing a butterfly on another bloom. My happiness is carried off on a gentle prairie breeze, carried to all who listen. It leaves a kiss on each aster as it passes them by.