Personally speaking, there’s never a wrong time for autumnal pictures. It could be a scorcher of a Texas summer day, but throw in those gorgeous golds and russets and this gal’s a goner. Granted, we live in a part of the country that goes from kinda, sorta, halfway green to funereal bleakness at the drop of a hat, but if you catch them at just the right moment…boom!
During the summer months when Himself makes every effort to turn me into a popsicle with the A/C, I’ll pull the swing under the tree, curl up with a book and generally fall asleep.
Pretty plum colored leaves.
And the oak, the tree I’ve babied since we moved in, is 50/50 on the color meter. ‘Will I play nice and show off this year or will I be a stingy Peter?’ It’s anyone’s guess.
With winter right around the corner, I’ve got to soak up all the gorgeous color I can.