We did golden yellow and orange, now this red canna. It’s really hard to tell the seasons around here — the humidity is down and it feels more like spring than fall. Not complaining, mind you, just in wonder for the continuing floral surprises. The red fence seems almost pale in comparison.
Our lagoon walk has both native and non-native plants, and we enjoy seeing the birds, herons, and gulls hanging about the water. From that walking path, we see homes and highways and road and railroad (and freight and passenger trains) and lagoon and ocean. It’s quite the sensory treat.