No shortage

Not to belabor a subject, but how could I not share such a sight?

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A small flight of Canada geese flew past.

It is extraordinary the extent to which the sky can change in a few short minutes.

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“Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning”?

The old saying is unreliable, at least here and this turned into a fine day.

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The following morning was quite different, but also fine.

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That day provided an image of a bird and its horse.

Or was it a horse and its bird?

A common sight in some parts of the world but not so much here.

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We’d headed off in a different direction.

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By no means is it all hills and woods.

When the corn is up, none of this would be visible.

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These colours made me think of a box of the fruit jellies I used to like.

Much better than chocolate! The only kind I like is hot cocoa.

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Just a few miles from all those naked trees in Vermont, Fall seemed only just to be getting started in some places.

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A matter no doubt of the type of tree and the aspect and altitude of the terrain.

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Though I don’t recall another year quite as patchy.

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A mixed-up Fall for a mixed-up year, I suppose.

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Our visit to Hidden Valley had me almost convinced that the show was over.

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For once I was delighted to be proven wrong.

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It’s not an infrequent occurrence, but usually I am less pleased about it.

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Since this day we’ve been out several more times and I haven’t run out of subjects yet…

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