I can't count how many times I've ended up in this field down the street, taking photos of this grass. I just love the way the evening light plays with it. It glows. And this, a little later on ...

every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the Autumn Tree. ~ Emily Bronte I planted this tree around seven years ago now. It was barely taller than I am, with a skinny little trunk and an embarrassing amount of leaves. And now it fills my second story window. I can't...