Turtles were out basking on their log. Contrails turned to cirrus wisps. I thought I found a puffball. I definitely found an empty monarch chrysalis. The fungus by the oak appeared to be finished growing. Beautyberries were disappearing, helped by a mockingbird.
A great blue heron stood on a piling at low tide while mallards paddled around. Sassafras leaves turned yellow. Small clusters of golden leaves popped out of the green oak foliage as well. Milkweed parachutes opened. Red magnolia seeds poked out of their pods. Yellow rumped warblers jittered among the trees.
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