The Summer flowers have given way to late Summer/Autumn flowers, flowers from a cooler time, blooming in new yellows. Butterflies flew everywhere, less colorful than in June, and they alighted on trees and spread their wings as if on display. I snapped ten pictures of butterflies, and one of a red flower off in the woods, which had thin, stringlike petals and was the most incredible crimson. In the distance, birdsong rang everywhere. One man read books at a picnic bench in the middle of the woods. Another man just sat at a park bench, bike-winded, and gazed out into the distance.
We took my brother for seafood at Rockfish Grill in honor of his impending birthday. My nephew's birthday also impends--he will be sixteen. He has some traits in common with me; family leaves marks, somehow. I feel a tad older knowing that I have a sixteen year old nephew, but I don't really mind.
As we drove home last night, the balloons hovered in the distance from the Plano balloon festival. As I drove to work this morning, the model airplane flyers stood gathered in their usual Sunday field. I have had enough of work. I must go have fun now.
