Sunday morning coffee with sunrise

I seldom get up early enough at this time of year to see the sunrise anywhere but the rear view mirror on the way to work. This Sunday, much to my displeasure, I woke up at the time I usually get up on work days. The happy result was that I had already finished eating breakfast, and slowly waking up, by the time I started my second pot of coffee just as the sun was coming up.

It went by quickly. This was less than three minutes later.

still green in the woods

The leaves are turning slowly this year. 

The light shows up the yellow and dark red, but green still has the majority.

These are from last week; color still advancing slowly this week, though.

redbud seedpods

Here's the final look at the redbud seeds:

They turn brown and dry, and at some point between now and spring, some of them get eaten. Many fall to the ground, but some of those are missing the seeds with only the pods left. I should make an effort to see them being eaten.

I had hoped to take the pictures when the leaves were all bright yellow, but the transition from mostly green to blown off by the wind was too swift for me. You can see in the background that other trees are not being so hasty.

And a link to the earlier version:

green seeds

yellow patches

The beginning of fall.

Creeping up on us.

Here, my nemesis ambushing my sinuses. (I really test allergic to goldenrod and not to ragweed. I'm weird that way.)

more rainbows

You only get a few moments to take a picture, or just look at them.

The angle of the sun changes very quickly.

Fleeting pleasures are to be treasured.

some of the famous "white stuff"

Here's some of my favorite "white stuff" flowers. One of my friends was convinced it was a variety of yarrow, but it looks nothing like yarrow to me.

It has very tough stems, so if you don't like it it's impossible to pull out or to string trim. The bees seem to be very fond of the little miniature daisies, but my attempts to catch them enjoying the nectar were sabotaged by the wind.

It does seem to like growing at the edges of things: the edge of the parking gravel, the edge of the house, the edge of the woods. I like it a lot, but I have no intention of letting it invade all the flower beds.

wooly worm warning

I can't remember what the stripes are supposed to mean for winter weather prediction, but I think this fellow is predicting something dramatic.

I've never seen one with such broad stripes and so few of them.

rainbow season

The sun has travelled far enough south that I have rainbows again when the rising sun shines through the beveled glass.

Enjoyable though fleeting.