|A perfect little maple on the path.|
|Our magnificent "sign" maple, which is common in these parts.|
|At Killbear, the change is just beginning.|
|Some pretty berries on the rocks.|
|A remarkable sign of how much the water levels are down.|
And my mind kept going back to this incredible piece of wool that I won at a hook in last summer.
All the glorious fall colours contrasted against the greens and blues.
Mother Nature NEVER gets it wrong.