The Last Sunset of Summer

 

Good evening, friends. I don't have much to say tonight. Blogger is now awful and no longer fun. And  I'm feeling suddenly a bit sad and hopeless and lonely, as my favorite [but they are all favorites except poor old Spring] season fades away, unused, unloved, unimagined.

The sun sets on summer 2020.

A short walk to welcome Autumn....

Outer swale, flooded from the storm; it is a natural catchbasin that helps control flooding higher in the dunes.

Grasses are lush; no goldenrod this year.

No treasure yet, just this wooden tray-like piece. Coffee table? Just add legs?

The good news is that H Teddy's big waves washed away all bu thte largest tree forming the Trump eyesore to my west. Photo next time, somehow I lost the one I took yesterday.

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My shell has lost almost all its color. I didn't think Sharpies would wash away so fast.

Volunteers on the dune verge; painful burrs with many tiny barbs. Huge bush. Who let this thing flourish anyway?

Lovely giant sunflower, 8 feet tall, pale lemon yellow, not golden.

Interesting tiny footprints, what creatures was so busy here?

Then---the first sunset of Fall.....

and  the glorious first sunset of Spring down in South Africa, thanks to Penny and Nicky.

I wonder if Mo, too, minds the darkness?

Do you?

love

lizzy

gone to the beach...

PS Do we now need a bigger font? 

Is this better? 

This one?