Unique

We've been getting some rain lately. On Sunday it was a here and there, now and then kind of rainstorm, while a few miles north of us in Conroe they got a solid six inches of rain.

I love an autumn rain, because nothing makes the fall colors more vibrant than a light steady rain.

Above: Our Japanese maples are beginning to turn color.

I'll bet several of you have been wondering whatever happened to the sweet potato that spent most of it's life growing pinkly in my kitchen pantry.
I decided to turn it loose, let it go wild, let it become a free range sweet potato.

Let it escape the cruel fate of so many other innocent sweet potatoes which are slaughtered during this Thanksgiving season.

Slaughtered and covered with miniture marshmellows.

Oh the horror of it all.

(Sing along: Born free, as free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows, born free to follow your heaaaaart.....

Live free...where beauty surrounds you, the world still astonds you, born free to follow your dreaaammmmss...)

Sniff. Wait a second while I get a hankie. (honk) There, that's better.
That song always makes me tear up. Isn't it wonderful to see that sweet potato running freely just as God intended it to do?

Other sights in the garden: As you might have noticed after reading countless of my posts, I am enamored with tree bark. The textures and colors inspire me in my artwork.

Naturally Tiggie joined me in the garden. I told him it was wet outside, but he said he could handle it.

He could, except for the puddles.

Puddles, eech.

Now what?

You gonna help me out here or what?

Fine then, I'll just have to jump.

I'm over here now, where are you?

This has been really pretty and all, but I am ready to go inside now.

Bernie and I left Tiggie and Hart to snooze while we headed out for a more vigorous walk through the woods. As we started up the street, I saw this trail of red leaves.

Modern art, ancient art, freshly delivered to my curbside.

"Snowflake" Wilson Bentley, was the first man to photograph snowflakes and prove that each has a unique design. I always heard about that bit of marvelousness. Even in kindergarten, in the snowless climate of Southern California, we were taught about individual snowflakes.

I can't recall anyone making the same fuss about leaves.

Walking on the concrete path littered with fallen leaf gems, I had to wonder why this fact had not been pointed out as well.

So much easier to see and enjoy than a single snowflake...

So much color inspiration too!

If I hadn't been trying to keep my heart rate up, I'm afraid I would have shot up my entire disc.

Actually, that's not such a bad idea.