63 today, 13 tomorrow night. I'm not even sure what day, month, year it is anyway, and Nebraska goes and does this to me. It's fall, see:
'Golden Spirit' smokebush is a rainbow of color.
Amsonia, surrounding the still young 'Black Lace' elderberry.
'Brilliantissima' red chokeberry is quite red, and the berries are still there.
'Little Henry' itea looks much like its slightly bigger brother 'Garnet.'
Weeping bald cypress making me weep.
For some reason this just dead morning glory from a few weeks ago makes me think victorian. Or gothic. Or grandmotherly.