Birdhouse In Your Soul

And now for something totally random! Have you ever gotten up on the right side of the bed early in the morning and the day is already starting out to be perfect and sunny and wonderful? Me neither. But I got up for once feeling all Snow White-y and nature-y and crap, enjoying the last fleeting moments of summer. Fall is headed this way, here on the upper east coast (east siiide represent!), and you know you're in for an especially long winter when leaves are changing color and falling off the trees ALREADY. What the HELL, Mother Nature?! I already have a stocked arsenal of Claritin for the special occasion of moldy leaves, yay!

So I'm rocking my artsy fartsy side today with nature shots. Nature shots, me! Don't worry, I'm not embracing the light and turning like, good. Usually me + nature= bad news bears, but today I'm loving the bits-o-color left in my yard.

Creepy cool.



Training the ivy to grow crazy-like, as if I live in some kind of charming English cottage or something.



Aww, a bumblebee on a sunflower. How freaking sweet. It's sweet, dammit!



Nothing special here, just digging the color.



A birdhouse waaay up in a tree in the front yard, which I never even knew existed. The birdhouse I mean, not the tree. I'd have to be especially stupid to not see a giant tree in the front yard. But notice the half-assed nest on top of the birdhouse? Lazy birds. Housing fail.