This fall has been unusually dry and sunny for these parts. Resulting in uncharacteristically slow walkies whilst yours truly waits for momma to ogle the trees.
Not being terribly discerning in the red / yellow color spectrum, I am disinclined to enjoy the view and more keen to snuffle in the fallen leaves (which makes momma impatient in a way that demonstrates the inequity in our relationship).
Momma has "encouraged" me to share with you recent flashy images only one of which features me. Since agreement will lead to my morning walk, I cannot refuse her request.
|Replace the motor car with a buggy and you've got an official historical scene.|
|This our neighbor's tree. Try to ignore ugly evergreen on the right which momma "thinks about" cutting down every year "before it falls down."|
|Even the hated encroaching vines get a bye when they sport color.|
|We did a reconnaissance mission to the fall fair on the village green. Almost requires the "Olde New England Faire" caption (extra e's making it authentic).|
|Forget the leaves. I smell nommies!|