J.'s nephew with wife and toddler daughter are with us for a visit, so not much time at the computer
which lives in what is for the moment the guest room
We took them to view a parcel of land nearby, part of an old farm which is up for sale.
The oaks are clinging to leaves although many are in glossy brown heaps under the trees.
We picked up hickory nuts in the wooded area and enjoyed our tramp through the pastures.
The shine of this leaf is more beautiful to me than any silk or satin.
A clump of wild asters toppled and gone to seed.
In the rather forlorn remains of a barnyard, a variety of datura [maybe jimson weed]
has gone to seed.
The seeds are toxic but intriguing to look at.
A motley herd of young cattle came to inspect us.
Oak foliage against a sunny blue sky.