Those seven ponds my husband’s grandfather made way back when are a treasure. There is always something to notice each time I take a walk around them. We’ve had some incredibly hot weather until just a few days ago, and I haven’t walked around the ponds since July 6. Today, I made myself get out and stroll around with the camera.
I thought about the colors I usually see this time of year—green, light green, lighter green. Oh, there’s some green, and maybe a little darker green. Many of the wildflowers have stopped blooming for the season. I had to look.
The crepe myrtles are in full bloom. I love the delicate blossoms. They look so fragile.
I’m not always sure of the names of the various trees in my backyard. Somehow, it never seems important to know, but I wish I knew what tree these beautiful red leaves belong to. These remind me that fall will be coming in just a couple of months.
I am no flower gardener, but I do love wildflowers. These purple beauties are all over the place around the ponds.
A neighbor farms a small field next to Gramps’s pond, and right now the field is fallow. These beauties are all through the field.
And the butterflies! I wish I had kept count. I know I saw two black and blue ones on the dam of the Big Pond (yes, that’s the “name” given to the pond—each one of the seven has a specific name), but they wouldn’t be still long enough for me to snap some pictures. The butterflies below did oblige me, though. I just wish I had the longer zoom lens with me for these shots.
There is so much beauty in the world.
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