A Well-Watered Garden

I took these snapshots of milkweed on one of these last warm days of autumn. I've always been fascinated by it. Pods of pregnant promise. They are fresh and full all summer, then give birth to hundreds of flying faeries in the fall. Falling, flying, floating, seeding new promises in an endless cycle. Anyone else care to wax poetic about them?

Autumn rain makes the colors so bright and beautiful. The falling, bright colored leaves seem like a celebration. The Hickories are turning bright gold:  The Burning Bush on the west side of the house is slowly being painted scarlet:  The shrub roses adorn themselves with raindrop pearls: The Hostas drink all the water they can by gathering with their big jungle leaves and storing it deep into their root systems: The Hydrangeas' fall colors shimmer in the rain. Muted pink, purple, and green pastels blend into each other, looking like organza dresses at an old-fashioned ice cream social:  The crabapples look good enough to eat. But we know better.  The Hickories and Oaks live in harmony, celebrating Autumn together.