I tend to spend a lot of time with my face near the ground regardless of the season. It's easy to overlook a lot of things that get lost in spring, summer, and fall just out of sight from the safe areas of the yard. I took a walk last year in the wild and gully. I did the same thing again today. They're always there, sometimes covered by fresh spring growth, shaded by oak leaves high up in the treetops, or ignored completely due to things that crawl and slither.
A bird deposited nandina so red it's nearly black in the sun.
A leatherleaf mahonia on the other side of the dead oak tree.
Another one in the gully.
Oranges still trying to ripen before the wind and rain (possibly snow) take them down.
I wonder who was living here when this one fell? The rotted stump is where I planted shastas, bamboo, and forget me nots in the perennial bed.
Next year's Rose of Sharon seedlings.
A very cold camellia.
A fancy leafed English ivy that's nearly overtaken this maple.
Catbriar (smilax) with berries that the birds love to spread.
It will offer the lucky pair that takes refuge in the house I built for them some protection from the neighborhood cats.
The intricate patterns of strangling vines.
Long ago, this pine was the victim of a lightning strike.
The bark tells me it won't be long before it falls to the ground. I wonder if I'll notice.
The seeds of Miscanthus "Cosmopolitan" against the blue sky.
Finally, something new, that I didn't plant, poking out of the leaves in the former white bed corner.
I just wanted to take a closer look at some things today. I've spent so much time planning the big picture lately. It's 45 degrees and sunny.
Tomorrow I got back to work until Saturday. I'm going to miss being outside, in my own yard.