It seems as though fall weather has arrived—at least for a few days. Yesterday morning it was 34 degrees, and the highs have been only in the 60s. As you can see, some of the mornings have been very foggy.
Although we experienced dry weather and temperatures that were more like summer than fall, the trees that haven’t already lost their leaves are beginning to turn. The maples and sourwoods are getting redder and redder, and the some of the hickories are turning golden brown. The sycamore leaves are beautiful, and some of them are even bigger than these.
The deer continue to come to the meadow, but there are plenty of acorns, persimmons, and other things for them to eat. I think the does have run off the male fawns; several of this year’s fawns seem to be alone rather than with their mothers or others in the herd.
The turkeys continue to come around, too, and the squirrels are gathering the abundant black walnuts and run away when I get near.
I haven’t seen a hummingbird in over two weeks, but the butterflies are still around and enjoy the flowers that remain in the garden.
The weather is wonderful, and this is a beautiful time of year for rambling in the Hollow.
French Broad Hollow Ramble 