I guess Fall is on it's way. This is Joe Pye Weed down by our creek. The butterfly alit just as I was taking the picture.
I found this Goldenrod along our road yesterday as I was coming home.
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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