While I was walking Cole this morning we meandered by the woodpile. Evidently the weeds haven't heard that winter is just around the corner:
Other wild things were showing off their colors like brazen hussies:
Lichen is also spreading like wildfire over the bark of our oaks, where some of it grows out into these beautiful, alien-looking little tufts:
Nature does what she wants when she wants. I really like that.