The Gardener and I decided to spend Saturday looking for color. The leaves
here have barely started to change so we headed for the mountains. It was cool and blustery
with a variety of "color" depending on the kind of trees and the elevation.
(We do wish we had more maples here for their bright red hues.)
We never tire of seeing the gracefully winding roads
and the layers of the mountain range, always blue,
and always smokey––thus the names Blue Ridge and Smokey Mountains.
The sky played games the whole time.
From bright blue and sunny to dark and menacing blended with odd sunlight.
No rain, but dropping temperatures and lots of wind.
When we got to 6000 feet, we were in the clouds and the trees
had shed their leaves and there was no view at all.
But it didn't take long to get down to sunshine and color again.
What a great day!
Joining with Judith's Monday Mosaics.