They say it’s November.

November 2, 2016. 87 degrees.

The weather doesn’t feel like fall. It feels like spring. That’s what the flowers think. Just look. Flowers. New blooms. Green.

I bet this isn’t how it looks around your house.

The picture. It isn’t exactly what you think. These flowers are much smaller than a US dime.  Teeny. Tiny. Not even the dog saw them. Or, paid attention if she did. I saw them. The rest is magic. Old school technology. A choice of lenses. That’s it. I can’t tell you all my secrets. You probably already know.