What glorious weather, this thing we call Indian Summer. It's the last gasp before the cold air settles in for good, a time for the farmers to finish their chores before the grounds freeze.
It's 70 degrees and simply lovely here, the color on the trees in our neighborhood is just about done. I wanted to capture some of that color before it's all on the ground.
The leaves from our maple have clogged the pond and waterfall, so that season is over, but there's still plenty of beauty around.
Dave really knocked himself out this summer, designing and planting the gardens around the waterfall (which is cut into the ledge). He's done some great work with decorative grasses and also with tucking low plants into the nooks and crannies of the ledge.
Here's Miss Cassy, surveying her kingdom from one of her many perches in the yard. She's especially grateful to Dave for all his work, it's made the yard a much more interesting space to watch over.
And, here's Misty, asking that age-old question "Where am I and how did I get here?"