The colors of August

Mum, Flynn and I passed this patch of echinacea while out strolling the other evening, and I fell in love with them. The color reminds me of an old Polaroid picture from the '70s, or one of those misty greeting cards they used to make back then. But it's just the natural color of the flowers. I can't get over it.

Mum stood patiently by while I snapped photo after photo of these wonderful blooms.

I have to tell you it's not so easy to snap photos with a baby strapped to your chest. It's much more tricky...like an obstacle course. There's always an arm flailing out or a fisful of sticky fingers reaching for a lens.

I love how these lacy flowers mixed in. What a great little patch of sidewalk garden!

Have I mentioned I love our neighborhood?

I know, I still look pretty rough. I still feel pretty rough, too, to tell you the truth. This is no easy illness to kick. One moment I feel fine again, and the next my legs are shaking and I feel like I might pass out. I'm sure it doesn't help that I have neither the nutrition nor the rest to properly recover. But so it goes. Hey, after this, everything else will seem like a walk in the park, right??

That rusty color that I love in late summer flowers.

I love the way they go with the mossy brick, don't you?

Streetcorner treasures.