It has been raining steadily since early this morning, and the warm temperatures are gone. No river photo today unless it clears a bit, and none from last Wednesday, when I had an unexpected substitute job. But the river and the seasons go on, whether or not I document the changes.
The maples are fading but still beautiful, and the oaks are beginning to change colors, mostly to a reddish-brown.
The sumac and blackberry vines also add color;
and the hickories are turning brown, too, but some still have their golden glow.
It can be simply stunning.
The foliage adds beautiful colors to my rambles this time of year, but there are always other things to observe, too.
Meanwhile, the deer do not observe Daylight Savings Time and show up for food as usual. As food sources dwindle in the woods, more are showing up for apples and corn. (I counted 11 one day!) One doe and her fawn decided to rest near the mailboxes after eating one day.
I was happy to see the triplets and their mom recently, although I was not pleased about where I first noticed them. The whole family comes pretty close, and I think that the mom has been coming around for several years. (Of course, I can’t really tell most of them apart.)
The turkeys come, too; they eat the corn but also glean seeds in the meadow (and under the bird feeders). There are about a dozen of regular visitors.
The sun is peeking out, and I may get my ramble in yet! If so, you’ll see the views in my next post.
French Broad Hollow Ramble 