I don’t think I’ve ever been able to crouch that deeply without falling over or making parts of my legs fall asleep. Like a liquid, I can be compressed no further. It’s a good thing my husband is limber enough to tend to the shorter plants in the garden.
Which archaic color term suits this one best: puce or vermilion?
I did another fall photo walk this morning, and this one had a greater density of the sights seen during more typical leaf seasons. I anticipate that I will take a while to decide which of the 300+ images will make the cut for a full photo walk post, so I thought I’d share one of my favorites now.
Rose mallow hibiscus at dusk