Weeds, Roscoe extension

Ah the wages of pleasure. Our month in Provence cost me the chance to shoot these weeds as they go from lush green fronded giants (for weeds, they're 4 1/2 feet tall) to leafless branches with the greenest seed pods to what I've shot here, the last week or so before the seeds go to the ground or into a bird. I'm not that sorry, we did go to Provence, after all.

These were shot in one of two or three places around here that were cleared for a building project just before the economy tanked.  A cleared field is weed heaven. The toughest sun lovers come first and the larger shade throwers slowly crowd them out. I love these spots and try to look at them once a week or so to see changes.

Delia, Ocean Palms, Fun Run

Rose canes, backyard, Roscoe

This is the first rose I planted when we moved here. It is a Don Juan, a dark red climbing rose that is now 17 years old. It produces lovely fragrant flowers all summer.

Live oak leaves on dock, Roscoe

Autumn is starting here.

Three views of Roscoe Boulevard.

 Roscoe Blvd. Looking north.

 Roscoe Blvd. looking south.

 

Roscoe Blvd. looking West into our driveway.

I realize that people should know what Roscoe looks like. It is almost dead straight for most of it's length with a few curves at the southern end. The west side lots front on the Intracoastal Waterway and the east side lots back up on the woods. It's a great place to live.

Kate and Delia, Roscoe, backyard