Overgrowth

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“… we can easily ignore the beauty hidden in the twigs, weeds, and overcrowded growth. Yet there is beauty present, when we take the time to soak it in, think about it, and be grateful for it.”  ~John Mertz

All confused

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny, warm day here in West Tennessee.  While I was out for an afternoon stroll, I noticed some wildflowers blooming that I don’t usually expect to see in November.  The warm temperatures this autumn have them all confused.  With a cold front rolling in this week, this is probably the last I’ll see of these pretty blooms for a while, but it was nice to have one last nice day to enjoy them.

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“I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks.”  ~Daniel Boone

Weeds and wildflowers

I enjoy the variety of weeds and wildflowers that grow along our country road.  They add character and beauty to the landscape that can easily be overlooked.

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“A simple wildflower on a no name day means more to me than a dozen roses on a Hallmark holiday.”  ~Lysa TerKeurst

A Yellow theme

On my walks this week, the yellows of this season as summer fades into autumn have really been popping out and catching my attention.  Here are a few photos from those country road walks.

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“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”  ~Jim Bishop

Strolling down the road

This little cow came strolling down the road to greet us during our country road walk last night.  Not to worry!  He quickly found his way back under the fence and to his Mom.

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“He could tell by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to.” ~Laura Adams Armer