You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
The holiday was originally Armistice Day, signifying the laying down of arms at the end of the First World War, rather than those who take them up, as the renamed Veterans Day does.
Canada has a clearer intent in calling it Remembrance Day, or the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation.
Ohio and Indiana had colorful deciduous fall foliage, but Upstate New York was spectacular. Not so much the Pacific Northwest, with its conifer green forests. New England, however, is iconic, even in its everyday progression.
Sunny bursts of foliage like this, in easternmost Maine, remind me of the aspen of the Far West. Oh, the memories.
I can’t imagine living anywhere that doesn’t have four distinct seasons.
My corner of the universe is laced with apple trees gone wild. This time of the year, they especially remind me of my years in the Yakima Valley of Washington state. These, though, have a distinctly New England air.
The Orange River in Whiting is becoming a prime wilderness water trail for canoeists and kayakers. The nature preserve, with holdings from several different organizations, is accessible principally by water.
I really do love the deep blue of the North Atlantic on a morning like this.
Deep moss beside a trail included this patch. Somehow, I find it rather striking.
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