Late Blooms of October

"Consider the lilies..."

 The lilies continue to bloom until the deep freezes of night will finally arrest.  This year the blooms reflect my own sense of time and seasons.  The days have passed and everything is hazy in my mind. Where did spring and summer go?  The fall has been full of sunshine.  The blooms holding on.  The leaves are turning their brilliant colors though and falling, falling.  The wind tousles them with the verdant foliage.

See, the spring has not yet come and gone.

 I have never seen violets bloom a second time.  This is not a solitary blooming violet in my front yard.  There are a few.  There is one by the Lily at the front step in fact.  I have always had a fondness for this bloom, a birthday gift.  I love their sweet fragrance!  The violets bloomed under the Holly trees at home as a child, and I waited for them with expectancy as I grew older.  When we bought the homestead in Chewelah, the lawn became a carpet of violets the first spring.  When I came home to Trout Lake, the yard again became a carpet of violets.

Handsome mother hen, scratching in the compost among the leaves and Black-eyed Susans.

I don't know this shrub, but I'll call its fruit, luscious bird berries.  The birds will come.

Such a lovely cottage with a warm hearth and geraniums in the window.

I love all seasons of the Crabapple at the front gate.

Radiance of the sun on leaf.

This is what I mean by verdant.  My shadow cast upon fading leaves mingled with a rich green lawn of yarrow.