There have been several days of 'Indian Summer' weather following the chilly days of rain last week.
By mid-morning today the temperature was 69-70 degrees F. [My convertor gives that as 21 C.]
J. and D. have been cutting up the big dead maple which crashed over the fence into the edge of the cornfield. The woods don't belong to us, so I haven't walked there.
As you can see, there is tangled under-growth and thick ropes of trumpet vine.
The leaves of this oak are a deep burgandy color, back-lit here by the late afternoon sun to a garnet red.
Deep shadows fall across the shorn cornfield and enfold the old barns.
Mute testimony to a death in the cornfield.
D. and J. suspect the wild turkey may have been a victim of a coyote.
The breastbone of the turkey as well as several heaps of featherws were strewn among the husks.
I mentally add turkeys to the list of wild creatures foraging in the corn before the combine arrived: deer, raccoons and possums all had their pickings.
Hawkeye Belle continues to bloom in spite of frosty nights.
The roses have opened in a jug of water--I cherish them in spite of the frost-seared edges.
The red one is Double Knock-Out.
In town today for errands we noticed that the planting of Double Knock-Out around the courthouse is in gorgeous bloom. It appears that they were pruned back late in the summer and inspired to burst out in
response to autumn rain and sunshine.
Most of the golden leaves have fluttered down from the maple beyond the carport.
J. thinks this one is a "hard maple"--the sugar maple of New England.
While J. and D. were limbing the dead maple and carving up chunks for firewood, Devin called me out to see two sections of limb which had been stuffed with corn kernels, probably by an industrious squirrel.
Taking a closer look I realized some of the kernels are sprouting. I have always wondered if the squirrels remember in the cold of winter where they have created these well stocked larders. If that is the case, there will be a creature wandering along the cornfield come January, perplexed by the loss of his cache.