Friday, 2 November 2012
This is what is left of our Golden Rod. No longer the bright, warm bits of gold in the garden and on the roadsides, the soft fuzziness of the spent flowers have their own beauty.
The sun was disappearing quickly and in the field behind the house, the colours shifted in the changing sunlight.
Other than the Willows which seem to be the first to leaf out and the last to drop their leaves, and the Oaks, which hold on to their leaves until the winter winds force them to the ground, this little shrub is the last plant holding on to it's leaves. It is a splash of gold in what has been a very dull two weeks.