As the more brilliant fall colors faded like cooling embers, the local forests began to look sturdier, more stately and reassuring. This woodland at the back of an overgrown Amish pasture seemed to me to be very "New England:"
And just up the county road from me, a very late haying operation was bordered by gold, green and burgundy:
Across the gravel road, my own north field took on a dignified beauty. This was the western edge:
The middle portion:
And the eastern section:
The fantail pigeons seem happy and healthy, though I've had to battle a rat invasion (I think I have now won that war):
The chickens have had no rodent problems, but they've caused a few other problems by scratching pine shavings into their waterer and detaching the bottom tray of their feeder:
Just north of me on the county road, this small, recently harvested corn field was bordered by trees of red and gold:
Partially shaded from the just rising morning sun, this hay field was bordered by some brighter colors. Rain was predicted in the coming days, so I figured this might be my last chance to photograph the beauty:
We had a surprise extension of warm weather, a fine chance to do some outdoor work. I have an old, freestanding section of fence which is slowly falling down. I remove those sections which topple and toss the old, rotten posts in the brush pile. The rusted fence sections get folded up and put in the trash bin. Remy, of course, supervised the operation from beginning to end:
Remy was curious but caused no trouble whatsoever. I removed two old fence posts and three sections of stock fence, which you can see folded up in front of the posts:
And on my way back to the house, I was shocked to see the Rugosa Rose beginning to blossom. What a strange autumn this is. Of course it is probably global warming and that is a bad thing, but these warm days so late in the autumn do feel pleasant for the moment:
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