At home in the Southeast after a wonderful trip to Oregon, visiting fabulous gardens during the Garden Bloggers Fling, and having a week prior to explore some of the mountains and the coast -- what's striking me this evening (as I've started looking through my MANY photos of gardens and natural areas) are the night sounds this evening -- out the open windows.
It was quite warm here today, but we're off again in a couple of days, so turning on the mini-split doesn't seem necessary, especially as it's cooling down again tomorrow.
The nocturnal symphony is in full swing.
Field crickets, tree frogs, and cicadas are producing a wonderful "welcome home" night song -- which isn't part of the experience of western states.
The flashes of fireflies are part of the the gallery forest view, too. Magic.
I've brought back with me so many visual memories of remarkable gardens, big and small, packed with special plants from all over the world. I love the amazing artistic flair and aesthetic qualities in these gardens.
But I'm really glad to be home, too, in the Southern Appalachians, with the tree frog and cricket seranade.