With Blue Asters

The first day of autumn arrived with a clear blue sky and chilly north winds. That blue sky is now mirrored in the shady margins of the forest below.

The blue asters are sweeping across the mountain top.

And bumping into everything.

I am not in control of any of the combinations. Things just happen.

There are plenty of white asters too. They tend to land in more sun.

The blue asters are a sign. The changing time is here.