Seeing Red
The colors haven't been as intense this fall as other years—especially the reds.
Several of my blogger buddies have posted pictures of leaves in their neighborhoods: Blue County Magic and Blue Ridge Gal are two counties over from me and I think they've seen more intense color.
Nevertheless, we did have a bit of color at Smith Farm a few days ago, but not much red:
Several of my blogger buddies have posted pictures of leaves in their neighborhoods: Blue County Magic and Blue Ridge Gal are two counties over from me and I think they've seen more intense color.
Nevertheless, we did have a bit of color at Smith Farm a few days ago, but not much red:
So—where did I see the red color of fall? Maybe on a foxhunter's coat where the Smith Mountain Hounds were hunting.
Or maybe in my own backyard—like this burning bush at the end of my bottom driveway.
Sometimes what you're looking for is right under your nose. Or in your own backyard.
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3 Comments:
Your burning bush is just gorgeous! You couldn't ask for more color than that.
Loving all the reds this past week!
Some of those shots are lovely!
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