Our hill to the north, framed by two little apple trees, changing color.
Looking west into the approaching rain clouds. Wind is whipping through, tattering the new pampas fronds.
Fir and big leaf maple battling it out for height in the far corner of our yard. A slow motion race I will follow for decades.
Weather station busy collecting rain and information. There is a bird on top of our redwood, barely visible.
Calendulas are the most cheerful flowers imaginable.
They cheerfully pop up everywhere and keep going spring to winter!
Rain pounds the pond.
Rainbow to the northeast, photos from our front yard.