It's the day after the election, and I decided to let myself take the time to hike in our woods. Taking time. . . like a thief in the night. I do this too seldom since Jasper died. There is nothing like a dog to inspire a lot of walking.The last of the leaves were drifting down in a light breeze, and it is surprisingly warm out right now. We need more rain than we got yesterday, and I'm hoping that will happen in the next couple of days.
The Japanese Dogwood (Cornus kousa) that I planted when we first moved here is vibrant in her cloak of cinnamon and amber. She is a star in any season.The chipmunks and birds have already eaten all of her fruit. . . they must be delicious, because the weeping crab apple tree still has some fruit on it. . but the remaining leaves are so lovely.
And as a reminder to myself that spring will come again, here is what she looked like last spring. Party clothes.
