Wednesday, October 29, 2014

On A Cloudy Day






















Wolfpen Mountain. It ain't over til the fat man freezes.





















The drive to work this morning was particularly colorful due to the low light conditions.





















The sun was just breaking out when I arrived back home





















To light up the mountain behind me.





















The snow is scheduled to arrive in about 48 hours.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The End Of Autumn

The barren time will arrive in only a matter of days at this point, particularly in my slice of the forest.






















Cold and the first killing frosts are on the way. There is even a chance of snow in the diagnosis.





















Cold fronts almost always come with whipping winds, the kind of winds that can tear the last of the leaves from the forest trees.





















The forest will be made naked. The Tall Flower Meadow will be turned to a crispy brown.





















It will be time to bring the under garden to life. The roadside attractions will take on more prominence.





















The rare blooms that can be found will take on special significance.





















The native Witch Hazel, Hamamelis virginiana is just now starting to bloom at the start of the barren time. By the time it is finished in another three weeks, the look of winter will be upon us.





















There are just a few days left. Then it will be done. The time of vegetation is over.


Monday, October 27, 2014

Viewing Fall

The other side of the county












 
















The view from my parking space.





















From my front porch. The baby Kousa Dogwood has consistently had good color late in the season. Now it needs to bloom more.





















Looking to the right down the utility easement from my front porch.





















My side of the county as seen next door.

















Sunday, October 26, 2014

Loose Cows On The Perfect Fall Day

It was a surprise to wake up to a warm 50 degrees and just as surprising to wake up with nothing that needed to be done. My body, my spirit, looked forward to the languid day ahead.

But the day was too perfect and beautiful to remain motionless inside.





















There was no rush, no critical need, simply a desire for a reason to be outside. I could go pick up all the sticks and big branches that fell from the trees in the storms that passed through a few weeks ago. For two hours I slowly wandered the entire three acres of the wild cultivated gardens, bending, stretching and observing, ohm, on a perfect autumn day.





















I had noticed the suspicious tracks and had even considered walking across the scenic byway to climb up the mountain and have a look at the distant view on a perfect fall day. The climb just seemed too strenuous for such a languid day. I didn't go over there.

It's a good thing I didn't. Lurking across the byway was a big ol' loose cow. I wouldn't have had the energy to run if we bumped into and startled each other.

I made some calls and the owner showed up and I watched as he called the cow to follow him back to her pasture. He called his cow call. She followed, sort of.

At least the loose cow is now gone. You couldn't ask for a more perfect day to round up a loose cow.





















I languished for the rest of the afternoon on a perfect day in the fall. I had thoughts of doing something. Nothing ever happened. I needed to languish.





















It was a perfect warm day in the fall.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Blue Skies And Falling Leaves







































With crocus

























Friday, October 24, 2014

Chasing Autumn

It has been hard to get the colors in a distant view to show up this year. The lighting never seems to be just right.





















In my travels I see all kinds of views. One day it is lit up majestic. The next time it is as dull as paste.





















We are at peak now. Those distant hills are covered in a golden orange. Trust me.





















It is far easier to capture fall up close and personal, in direct contact with the forest.





















Back home in the low light of the setting sun it is even easier.

The collectibles are starting to pile up in the parking lot. I need to spread them out.





















A sampling of maples shows the diverse range of colors available.





















Yellow has been a strong favorite this year.





















A garden path through this section is in the works. Planting and editing will be kept to a minimum. Nature will be in charge. The gardener will keep it tidy.

Autumn will obviously be a focal point in time. I need to remember that when selecting which trees to allow to grow back. I'm already chasing future autumns.


Thursday, October 23, 2014

Until The Frigid End

Red poles and yellow maples.





















Mr. Button in a tree.





















The Yellie Mum in the autumn glow.



























The Pink Mum is still going.





















Next year the patch will be four times this size.





















A hint of the under garden with a last ditch bloom.





















Blue sky and colorful trees as the shadow of a mountain covers the cozy cabin.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Good Enough

Up close and personal autumn is doing fine. I think it is the drive home that is the cause of my disappointment. Most days it has been very sunny and the distant mountains are bleached of color. The ongoing wind gives a dusty cast from the upturned leaves and it all just looks bland.

The drive this morning under partly cloudy skies was a different story. The mountains were glowing.





















All Miss Collar knows is it is a bit too cool in the morning for her tender sensibilities and she won't go out until I leave and force the issue. She poses with pumpkins from the dung pile. Are you sure it's time to go out?



















Remnant asters continue to bloom. I still have mums and the native Witch Hazel is beginning to bloom.



























Autumn moves on bringing more and differnt colors by the day.



























I have been watching for and assisting the under garden to reappear. That will have to carry me through the winter. That and a list of winter chores. That is assuming my work kind work slows down at some point.





















A cozy cabin is tucked in the autumn forest for all the leaf peepers to glimpse.





















This fall is good enough, quite nice actually.





















And the oaks have yet to turn.