Even as raggedy as our front, crowded garden bed is, it's still filled with colour. These pentas amaze me.
And every time I look up into the crossvine, I swear I see bees hard at work.
And behind that crossvine, you can see the Bald Cypress tree, standing proudly about 50 feet tall. She's just begun dropping her needles, and slowly, portions of the backyard are turning red.
Nah, nothing bleak about this approaching midwinter in Houston.
Not a thing.
