Every fall, it surprises me how many wildflowers and plants seem to come into their prime as the temperatures cool. I expect flowers in spring and summer but am in joyful awe of them come autumn. Here are some colors and textures from my walk a few evenings ago...
|bouncing bet (I think?)|
|poke berries forming|
|and poke berries fully ripe|
|grass gone to seed|
|these morning glories come up every year as volunteers and take over my fence|