Sunset Walks

Summer transitions to fall The air cools Sunset walks Just me My camera The butterflies and moths Caught up in the moments The breeze blows my troubles away

Flower stages

These too are of a burning color–not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies. ~John Steinbeck When you go for a walk, take seeds with you, poppies, rainbow chard, rocket. Plant them among the weeds in patches…