Tiny goblets wait for the autumn rains.
The day begins on a quiet note.
A magical green carpet on the river bank.
Sparks amongst the lushness.
The seedheads of virgin’s bower cavort over the landscape.
A diminutive late bloomer on the Meadows.
A convocation of the elements. For Merritt, a friend with eyes that gazed deeply.
A delicate new acquaintance at the base of Wantastiquet.
Always a pleasure.
A single blue cohosh berry catches the sunlight.