Fall is a time of transition. Crops are harvested, fields put to sleep for rejuvenation, squirrels and birds are busy gathering and storing, and color goes from greens to browns. As we worked in the fields, over the weekend, little splashes of color jumped out at us. Hiding in the browns of the sleeping Black-Eyed Susans and Purple Coneflowers was one lone, exquisitely orange Indian Blanket.
Nestled next to the head of a Purple Coneflower a tiny, periwinkle blue Flax.
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