The dogs were as excited as ever, maybe more so:
Most of the Goldenrod by my house was finished blooming, but there was a lot of it along this trail:
And New England Asters, as you see on the left here, were also abundant:
Small White Asters (that's the official common name, not just a description) were also abundant, though less strikingly beautiful:
And the dogs ran up ahead, then back when I yelled at them:
I had recently decided that what I had by my house were New York Asters, not New England Asters. I thought they were variants of the same species but learned that they are different species altogether. Then I decided I had New York Asters and changed all the descriptions in my plant photo files. Sadly, I didn't check my field guide carefully first. When I finally did, I discovered that those by my house were New England Asters. These along the trail - well, I'm not sure and the photos don't reveal enough detail:
But the dogs don't care about such things. They just enjoy getting outdoors and running:
I've never seen a Fringed Gentian except in pictures, but I found one along the trail and it was as beautiful as the pictures had made them seem. Why is no one producing a cultivated variety for flower gardens? I checked online and found several companies selling seeds for these beauties:
Virginia Creeper was turning bright red:
As we came to the wetlands, Jack went in for a long drink of cool water:
And I looked out over the brush to the opposite shore:
But thick brush mostly prevented us from going too close to the water, so we kept moving eastward along the trail. Autumn colors were already in evidence:
Happy dogs, running free:
I had to look past Small White Asters and Joe-Pye-Weed to see the next pond:
Jack led the way as we continued our eastbound journey. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:
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