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!