Not enough time outside. And now I’m sick. I do it well though. Everybody else has a cold; I am losing my voice and heading for the doctor tomorrow.
So the only fall foliage photos I’ve taken have been in my front yard, but I did okay on this one.
Mid-eighties last week. Mid-seventies this week. 45 mph wind on Friday, pushing my car from side to side. Very high fire danger, and the trees look wilted.
People have been talking about hunting in classes lately. I don’t like seeing the dead animals, but I miss the stories, the talking about how the world is doing. Never thought that would be something I would get out of small-town life.