It seems so odd how some flowers that I thought should have bloomed in the summer months are actually blooming now. Nature is just full of surprises.
And the morning glories just keep on keeping on. Twining their vines through the passion flower vines and continuing to spread upward and outward.
These purple morning glories reseed and grow like weeds. I find them everywhere. I pull them out and two more appear.
The mums out back have fully opened. I still can’t recall where these came from.
I usually choose yellow mums. But I like this shade of purple too.
It will be a day of staying inside. Having some coffee. Doing Sunday things.
Quiet hours of daylight. Shortened bit by bit. Little by little. Until winter has fully taken over.
I can stand at my bedroom window facing the back and watch the leaves as they fall.
They are not falling in earnest just yet. You can count to ten or so between seeing one flutter to the ground before the next one spirals downward.
Then the leaf twists and turns and skips across the yard when the wind picks up. Blowing who knows where.
The indoor plants are fully ensconced back in their winter habitat. Giving a burst of green to every room.
It is one of those days when I got up, showered, and put on a pair of clean pajamas.
It is a quiet Sunday. An everyday kind of Sunday. A day that yawns before me with quiet possibility.
One of those days when you feel occasionally pulled to the window. To watch as fall takes over the yard.
The seasons trading places. The shifting of positions.
The one thing you can truly count on. Time moving forward. The one thing that never ever stops moving.