Everything has gone to seed

I like how all the flowers have put on their fall finery. It's poofy white hats and clouds of seed dresses. Or something like that. The rows of white puffs look like snow drifts to me.

Fog

I love foggy mornings. It's quieter, for one thing. Does mist act like a sound buffer? And I love how you can just see the silhouettes of things in the distance.

Moon is up

I love this time of year and this time of morning. The sun is just hitting the tops of the trees and the moon is still out. Just me and the dog and the birds and other, hidden critters. It's lovely and crisp and quiet.