Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
Yes, I love walking through ferns. There is a section of my morning walk where I go through ferns it is the best part.
ReplyDeleteI agree with that "the ferns are the best part" of any walk.
DeleteI love the smell of the rich, organic soil.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like a rainforest to get an understanding of decomposition into rich brown goodness.
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