Transitions

This is the time of transitions. The tall stems of the evening primrose that glowed gold in the spring have succumbed to gravity and fallen to the earth. They leave behind these rosettes of red and green.

The milkweed pods have burst open, letting their seeds float forth on gossamer to find homes far from the mother plant.

Now that the showy maples have sent their leaves to the earth to make new soil for the spring, the oaks take their bows in a more modest—but no less thrilling—production. The russet reds of these leaves are a bit more somber in their display but then the sun hits them just right and you realize that subtlety is only in the eye of the beholder.