I took a wrong turn...

...and found a lost plantation house.
How easy it is to slip into another era
with just the imagination.

Leaves, leaves, leaves!

My clouds have lifted and now I thrill to each new color
bursting between the rains.

Cyclamen

Where did it come from growing so quietly,
hiddenly by the drive as I rush out and almost didn't see it?

Shadows

A burst of bloom before....

After the Picnic

A good day with friends. Alone again in the evening.