The coming of Autumn in the Texas Hill Country is marked by the sound of breathing. Every living thing, having survived the desiccation of August, inhales and releases. The breeze of collective sigh caresses hills, streams and meadows.
Esperanza in bloom, a welcome sight to migrant hummingbird stragglers.
In good years, there are autumn rains; gardens return to green and flowers sprinkle the landscape. This was a good year--three big rains and multiple drippy days since September 4th.
I thought you might enjoy a look; after all, happiness should be shared.
Our back "yard" has no turf but plenty of bloom.
The cardinals have eaten all the berries from the beautyberry bushes on the right and are working on the tall ones to the left now.
Out front, the dwarf barbados cherry bushes were so surprised by recent rain, the plants put on a flush of flowers to go with the berries already on the branches.
From our kitchen table, we watch cardinals snacking on berries as we eat breakfast.
Juvenile male cardinal at brunch in July. His plumage is fully red now.
The pigeon berry plants on the porch are another cardinal draw.
For the cats too, since they're dedicated bird-watchers when they're not playing.
Alexa (the pint-sized attacker) joined us in early September as an 18 ounce stray. Denny and I were surprised when Ernest didn't eat her.
She thinks he's the best toy. He thinks she's a nuisance. By the time it gets cold here they'll be sleeping together.
My schoolhouse lilies were a month late to class this year, blooming at the beginning of October.
Mother Nature keeps her own time.
We're savoring the views, more this fall than ever. We've listed our home for sale; ready for something smaller.
But I'll treasure the sights and sounds of this place.
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