Palace Greens

Governor's Palace

Colonial Williamsburg

Linking again today with Skywatch Friday.

Buds?

Not sure what those red and white things are. Buds? Part of what makes these holiday wreaths so interesting, I guess.

Mystery

Of course, what I'm left wondering is how they attach these shells to the wreath. I assume it's by way of some tiny wires. But, if so, then they are p-r-e-t-t-y well hidden.

Autumnal Sun

Lately, I've been intrigued by the shadows cast by our late autumnal sun.

I am the autumnal sun,

With autumn gales my race is run;

When will the hazel put forth its flowers,

Or the grape ripen under my bowers?

When will the harvest or the hunter's moon

Turn my midnight into mid-noon?

I am all sere and yellow,

And to my core mellow.

The mast is dropping within my woods,

The winter is lurking within my moods,

And the rustling of the withered leaf

Is the constant music of my grief…

~ Henry David Thoreau