A couple of weeks back I was out on the front porch trying to take some pictures of the pansies planted in my hanging pots to replace the poor pitiful petunias which languished there all the long hot Kelsey summer.
The leaves on the maples were changing quickly. One tree which is right in front of our porch always turns many colors all over. It has been in the ground here about nine or ten years, and grows a foot or two a year. It is interesting to watch it each fall and wonder if it will still be a kaleidoscope of color. So far it doesn't disappoint.
There is also the fog and cloud display, ever changing, those bits of wisp always manage to creep into every fold in the foothills below us.
Our herd of deer happily wander, finding more and more green shoots as the weather dampens.
One camera-shy buck usually has three does trailing along after him.
It made me wonder... do deer celebrate Thanksgiving?