|Frosty, misty morning early October after bush-hogging is done|
|First show of color|
Driving the back roads called for stop and go photography. And the crowds came.
The gentlest of breezes blew leaves from the trees and we were soon past the peak.
Most years by November 1, the trees here are bare, a melancholy transition. Harvests are waning.
Time to split wood and get ready to hunker down. I fear that winter is coming fast...