I don't know what happened to the week. It's as if I've been in slow motion, watching the world speed by.
I emptied the little loom of towels; it's folded up and stored away. As I stuffed the little guys in envelopes last night I realized there was no picture of the last of the towels. Here they are, six of the colchium lavender's already gone.
The village post office, where it all happens.
I remembered the camera this morning; the last sunny day for several is forecast. Actually, the last sunny fore-noon. Outside the post office.
Outside the town hall. I posted one on the website as Autumn Gold.
When I left the building, the rain had begun. I took a series of pictures through the raindrops on the lens. In review, they weren't the least interesting.
A local restaurant, after I dried the lens, all shiny from the rain.
Up the hills out of the valley, home past the golf course.
I've been working on pictures of the tree trunks on the golf course.
As far as the eye can see.
I wonder how often golf balls rebound into the golfers' noses and eyes?
Back home, the begonia's had a happy summer.
The gerbera step daisy has another two blossoms unfolding.
And in today's mail?
The first of two packages of fall bulbs from Holland.
Anemone, and lots of them. The bulbs Laura and I planted in the rain last year were so happy I have more, more, more to join them.
Last year was cold and wet; we read the instruction to soak the little darlin's overnight before planting and smiled as we poked holes in the squelchy earth. Everyone was happy.