Gloomy with a few drops of rain. I spot a new-to-me Virginia creeper six feet from the porch: that crimson.
Virginia creeper
A blue jay flies across the sun, wings momentarily turning white. I see that the Virginia creeper on the springhouse roof has gone rust-red.
A jay walks the metal ridge of the springhouse roof, where a tangled mass of Virginia creeper has stretched red tentacles over the shingles.