It has been a rich day. So precious are these last days of summer. A walk on our lane turned up these beauties, right in the middle of the road- overnight!
We call them puffballs; as children we would press on them between our fingers and a puff of black 'smoke' would come out (spores?) Apparently they're good to eat, though I have yet to try them ( a long yet, I think).
I've shown this strange berry before but I don't remember the stalks being so colourful.
These lovely daisyish 'weeds' are growing over 6 feet high in some places.
On the other hand, these little trumpet-like flowers grow low to the ground. I was so busy composing my shot, at first, that I didn't notice this very serious bumblebee. He was so oblivious to me that I could get quite close; and closer and closer, I forgot my composition as I tried for a better shot of him.
Eventually I left before he did.
I'm constantly amazed by the wealth of beauty around me, and surprised that I always seem to find something new to shoot even though I walk the same route every day.
But there is work to be done- joyous work, the work of play. I have picked up the doll I started in May after realizing that it was her mouth that had discouraged me. After revamping that, the energy changed and I couldn't wait to embellish her with applique and embroidery and who-knows-what-else.
All it takes is the tiniest bit of tweaking and suddenly everything is different. Changing the trajectory of an object into space can send it into a vastly different place than it might have gone. Sometimes we think we don't have a choice....But we do.
Good-bye August...Hello September!