Clump #189: Decide what to do with bedding from son’s bedroom.
Today’s clump was big and bulky, but easy to dispense with. Our son said he didn’t need his college back-cushion … so to the Goodwill it will go. I will launder the bedspread set. The pillows were as old as Methuselah (do people still say that?), so I threw them out. Heaven only knows the dust mite colony that likely thrived within.
In keeping with this color scheme, I thought I’d pay tribute to the tans, grays and browns that are quickly vanishing from the landscape. We’ll miss you? … Maybe just a teeny, tiny little bit.
A pumpkin stem that outlived its source, like an old bone.
I spotted this feather on a windy day. Another remnant of another body.
Such an elegant line.
The duck on the rock stands still amidst the current of change (I was wishing I had had a better lens).
Yellow and green are taking over now.
The full color spectrum is ours again!