Journey 2018 Day 265/365 – little field aster

Our September has been damp and cold but there are still plenty of wild flowers to be found… one simply has to look a little harder and a little closer to the ground.

“The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro’ the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.” ~ Dora Read Goodale