75-80, breezy
Hiking by yourself, rather than at the end of a line of single-file people, leads one to appreciate the trail view up ahead. It made me look ahead more, look farther around more. I'm used to looking down at the path, at the next person's back in front of me. I stopped often and just looked into the trees - and listened.
And after seeing field after field of goldeneye (or is that crown beard?), it made me re-think "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."
Frost, Texas-style.
At the creek I startled a frog. He peeped at me before plunging into the water to "hide". Now I see him eyeing me from under the water. Should I make him face his fear and finally surface with me still here? Do I have the strength to force the moment to it's climax? Nope.. I lost interest before the frog lost it's breath.
Surprise find this trip - cedar sage with bright pink blossoms, instead of the deep ruby red I've seen so far. (I was going to write "normal" red, but for all I know, pink is "normal" and red is "rare".) This photo, of course, doesn't capture the brilliance. Is it a variant species? Or just a by-product of some soil deficiency right here for this one plant?
Speaking of pink, one redbud has last spring's (?) seed pods hanging from it. Another has new, beautiful blossoms. Central Texas Gardner covered that very topic from a follower this weekend - the extension agent answer: plants take advantage of water and temperature conditions. If they were too stressed to bloom last spring (after our drought last summer/winter), then they might "decide" to try now, after some rainfall, in our balmy fall. I'm glad I caught sight of it.
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