Not me, Mom... can you see one ear where I've buried my head in a warm sunny spot.
Yeah, a couple of batches of reddish leaves around the Folk Art Center parking lot (Blue Ridge Parkway).
Oaks are stately and have brown leaves. Leave us alone, they seem to say.
Still haven't identified these pretty bluish grey lovelies.
Or shall I heed the grey clouds blowing down from the mountains...very cold looking?
Well, a quick walk into the woods, just a ways...
Gusts of wind send these beech leaves (I think) shivering all in one direction.
I am made to feel so small next to the majesty of these tall trunks along the path up the hill.
And I turn back to the road, waiting for another day when there's more colorful foliage.
Ah ha, when looking up blue-violet wild flowers, I found Heart Leaved Aster...looks like what I've seen several times.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures, Barb! I was going to suggest asters or Michaelmas daisies -- they are a lovely accompaniment to the golds and reds and oranges of Autumn.
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