The Iris are blooming again. For the third time in just a few months .
Had a wonderful time in the desert terrain, the mountains, the cacti, the National Forest, the wedding and surrounding festivities. It was all beautiful. And of course I enjoyed knitting around the fire pit with good friends, too.
But these autumnal colors called to me before sunset. I’d just gotten off the plane. Here as I looked around the landscape I saw the familiar. I pulled off at the rest stop along the interstate as it was such a contrast from where I’d been just this morning. Tried to capture it.
On the Allegheny River.
The bees are sluggish as the seasons change.
Easier to capture a photograph as they’re not flitting from flower to flower.
Do you call it Autumn or Fall?
I think the iris thinks it’s Spring.
Tonight we’ll be below freezing.