Just Leaf Me

A few days ago, the pooches and I photographed our walk in the woods.

It was gorgeous – mid-50s – crisp, but warmer air – and the foliage was at it’s peak.

Today, we set out with the sun in the sky, it was 45F degrees, and there was a definite crisp to the air. It actually wore a hat and gloves with my coat since there was also a steady breeze.

We quickly noticed that we’re on the waning side of that peak foliage we saw just days ago. The difference between today and a few days ago was noticeable.

There were far more leaves on the ground, and the color was starting to fade from the deep, rich glory of a few days ago.

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There was still some beautiful pockets of color:

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And there were places that oddly didn’t even look like Fall had arrived.

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We found some nifty curiosities. I’m no mushroom hunter, and gonna throw this out there – perhaps you’d be in for one Hell of a night if you ate these.

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Mostly, we realized what every northern New Englander realizes long before the official end of Fall… our Fall is coming to a quick close. We’re entering into what I call stick season – the bare trees that sway in the wind that has a wicked bite to it. Even as we walked the clouds moved in and the air temperature went from crisp to downright chilled.

This will be a similar sky we have for many months to come.

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It is inevitable. Winter is coming.

But in the meantime, we shall continue to enjoy the beauty of our daily walks.

 

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And, as always, Stinky Pete, aka Dixie, is ever ready to dash into the woods after some pesky squirrel.

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When we arrived back home, we salvaged the final heirloom tomatoes from our measly harvest this summer.

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