After The Hurricane Waters

The hurricane bits got caught up in the NW flow like a regular cold front. It was 46 degrees with a cold foggy drizzle along the high peaks of the Tennessee border for three full days. It barely rained on the other side of the county.

I need to plant the Paw Paws. I've been waiting for a spurt of energy on a pleasant day.

On the fourth day, the hurricane bits departed.

The blue asters were still there. A touch droopier mind you. They are heavy with bloom.

Dinah came out to hunt.

 Fall is in the air among the blue asters.

Blue dominates with white and yellow backup. How did this happen? Was there a plan?

In Monkshood blue.