It is one of those gray days where the sun is totally obscured by heavy bulbous rain clouds.
Yet Charlie Ross is totally fixated on this wily squirrel.
It runs across the power lines at lightning speed, a big nut clamped in its mouth.
I love the way the purple morning glories look thrusting up through the chartreuse sweet potato vine. What a divine contrast!
Here’s that squirrel, safely ensconced in some tree branches, where Charlie can’t see him. He is ready to have his treat.
Still, mid-September, the vines wind up everywhere they can grasp onto, reaching toward the sky.
Still the butterflies are hovering over end of season flowers.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers – R.H. Heinlein
Sharing at Elaine’s Sunny Simple Sundays.