Wildflowers in the garden, a riot of purples, pinks and golden orange among the feathery green in early morning sunlight.
Gorgeous skies cresting to a deep sapphire blue, a smooth, unblemished arch above the subtle scents of autumn, crisp and rotting, wafting on a breeze that all summer moved sluggish and hot but now finally dips into cool.
Alison Leigh Lilly 