There's a certain chill in the air...and the wind is relentless!
Our green sugar maples are turning to red and orange. But Mr. Loon still holds forth, occasionally unleashing his lonely cry.
Are they really going to take MY CANOE away? Dang! And I was just learning to paddle!
No one's around. Except the Loon. But I think the place is kinda pretty with no humans.
Moments like these make a gray-bearded dog kind of reflective. I just can't remember what I was reflecting upon.
The White Pine That Ate Cleveland is shedding its needles all over.
I think I'll take my human manservant for one last walk down the road!
Okay--Battle Stations! I get the back seat for the trip home!
We pass the old arched bridge over the Ashuelot River.
The recent rains have created a torrent!
Then, before I know it, I'm home! I hope spring comes soon!