High on the low spot the forest trees are near bare. There is another chance I could wake to a dusting of snow. If not this time, it will be snow soon.
As the forest clears out, the distance you can see in, like the night, lengthens.
Once this maple is completely barren I will have more of the heart to remove it. Its trunk grows out of the base of the much larger tulip tree and its tall spindly nature constantly threatens to slap the cabin in high winds.
I get close for one last look at the vibrant colors of the Kousa Dogwood. I hope it does this every year right off my front porch. Imagine that as the tree grows larger with time.
The last bits of color in the forest fall to the ground. I will spend the next couple of weeks gathering it up, moving it around and tucking it in for the winter in the more civilized gardens of my clients. In the forest, Gardey don't rake or blow no leaves. Nature has had millenia to perfect her techniques of disposal. Why should I mess with that in the forest?
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Gardey is a smart fellow. Don't mess with Mother Nature.
The color in the last pic is beautiful.
Sallysmom
Why mess with nature, it's perfect in it's own right. I did because of hunters with cigs that were thrown down too close to home. We weren't able to be there 24/7. I did enjoy being in nature & would wonder off occasionally. Seeing different things each time. Sure do miss it.
Christopher,
Love your posts -- seasonal change is both wonderful and tough (as in the coming of winter).
Lisa
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