"A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache." ~ Catherine the Great
Today I was inclined to go for the headache route. I've been chilled all day, even indoors, thanks to getting up to a blustery 38-degree morning and heading immediately out to change the irrigation set. Anyone care to guess how cold creek water is at that time of day?!
But the wild lupine and balsam root blooms didn't mind the wind, so I decided not to, either. I even found that the colors were even a little crisper thanks to the muted light and clear air.
It's amazing how many different shades of purple wild lupine comes in. I found some that were sky-blue and others that were pale pink, with an entire range of purples in between!
Great pictures Hallie Jo, all of them! I really liked the one right above where you said "A mossy wood post and stray wires from an old field fence lie across this bunch of lupine. The fence is definitely in sad disrepair, but its pairing with the purple lupine".
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting!
Your Sister in Christ,
~Johanna
They are so beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteI love the last one.
In Christ
Charity
I don't think Catherine ever visited our neighborhood! It's been SO windy for so long and then frost this morning. Ugh.
ReplyDeleteI love lupine. I carefully weed whacked around my lupine along the driveway so I wouldn't kill them =)
Nice pictures as always~
Suze
Thanks all! It means a lot to know you enjoy them. :)
ReplyDeleteRE Suze: This morning the water from the irrigation lines had actually FROZEN on the grass!! It's absolutely ridiculous!
That fence is a photographers dream. My in-laws replaced their dilapidated fence with new, and I was very bummed. Your fence combined with the flowers is just dreamy. Beautiful pictures!
ReplyDeleteI love your pictures of the lupine! I don't have any here so it's nice to be able to see yours. :)
ReplyDeleteWow! You take some amazing pictures! Keep up the good work. :)
ReplyDeleteBlessings in Christ,
Moriah
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