Purple

Purple berries, a neighbor's yard, Sunday afternoon.

I have no idea what these fellas are, but they sure are pretty. If you do, please let us know.

Happy Birthday Abe!

Korean mums off the front porch.

I don't usually post on weekends, but then I found out that it's Abe Lincoln's birthday.

Happy Birthday Abe!

Hawthorn

Hawthorn berries, Johnson Street.

Autumn flowers

Blue Bell Hill, Saturday evening.

Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle, front porch, Sunday evening.

Hard to get mad at honeysuckle. Its kind of of like the stray cat that'll do anything to win your affections. The flowers are not only pretty to look at, but what a sweet aroma it puts into the breeze on a late summer night.

Morning personality

These weeds (well, I didn't plant them) close their flowers at night. But in the morning they're up early to catch the first sunlight.

Front porch geraniums

Geraniums, front porch, Tuesday evening.

In memory of my grandmother, I keep geraniums. They were her favorite (although she preferred the red ones), and I grow mine in one of her old planters

Backyard berries

Late summer berries in the backyard.

The hummingbird was incensed that I would invade her domain and kept buzzing the back of my neck as I took this photo.

Happy orange flower

Summer is on the wane, but there are still plenty of blooms left, including this fellow.

Remnants

Carpenters Woods, Saturday morning.

Yellow

Marigold, Blue Bell Hill Traffic circle.

Red on red

Salvia, Blue Bell Hill traffic circle.

'Tis the season

Off the front porch, Saturday afternoon.

At the pond's edge

Saylors Grove, Sunday morning.

A fun guy

Monster mushroom, in the woods off of Park Side Avenue.

An idea of scale...

Have a great weekend! See you Monday.

Wild raspberries

Wild raspberries, Ft. Washington State Park, Sunday morning.

Daffodils in July

Daffodils, Historic RittenhouseTown, April evening.

Call it whimsy. Call it nostalgia. Call it not having a new photo ready for today.

Wild flowers; guardrail

Wild flowers, guardrail, Northwestern Avenue, Saturday, dusk.

Note to my blogging friends: I will be deep within the New Jersey wilderness (oxymoron intentional) the next few days. Please don't be offended if I don't post comments for a while.

She of the black eyes

Black-eyed Susan, off the front porch, Thursday evening.

Happy Anniversary, Abe, to you and Patty! I'll be thinking about you Saturday.

And to all, have a great weekend!

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days...

With apologies to Mr. Yeats, here's hoping that your weekend is proud and red (whatever that might mean), but certainly not sad.