The everpresent vines. They were the first to turn. Were it not for the colors, this would have been a very bleak morning.
Now the walkway is filling up with leaves. They are falling because of the rain. In the woods, none of the trees have turned, and the walkways are clear.
Ellie really can't appreciate the color. I'm just glad she's willing to slog in the nonstop rain.
The rain has lifted and the sky is brightening up. Just a tease, though.
We hadn't walked far when it started again. We had the entire waterfront to ourselves.Those are the breaks in Upstate New York, in both the spring and fall.
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Little Pond
