After work.

That's a good time to take a walk around the yard. I've been closing a lot lately, so I tend not to do this at midnight. The neighbors already think I'm odd even if they like me. But today, I was home just after 4pm. I made some coffee and took a walk. I rarely use the kitchen door, but today it struck me as a good place to start.

The colors are evident just by looking down.



And up.



There is something around every corner.



Some things demand closer inspection.



The Thundercloud plum will someday fill the understory with purple.



Even the Muskogee Crape Myrtle has finally decided to change. I've moved this tree four times now. I like the current location. At the base of it, there's flowering quince, mint, and nandinas. We'll see what survives.



Further back, the Pokeweed has succumbed to the recent frosts.



The Eastern redbuds hang on.



It's worth looking back.



There's something about the way the light plays with the colors.



But some colors still scream, even in the shade.



Across the street, it makes a nice photo if you crop it properly.



The trail of gold and the orange and yellow sky detract from the ugly porch and chain link fence. Winter is a hard time to visit this side of the house.



It's 66 degrees. I did not get my compost on Friday. I tuckered out. I will do that soon. Rain in the forecast Monday and Tuesday night. Lows in the 50s. We're not expecting another frost tonight at 39. My hands are numb.