The Last of the Colors on Tow Hill

This is just about as far as we went on this day: on a little hike up Tow Hill, which is how we usually access our local gameland. We didn't go into the gameland itself, though, just stood around in the parking lot and then walked back down. From the spot you see in the picture, it's about a ten-minute stroll down the hill and around the corner to our house.

The things we saw on our little walk included milkweed pods, with their seedy white fuzz practically glowing in the sun. And a neighbor's decorative grasses, looking golden and full and orderly. Somehow ours never looked that way, go figure.

And then there was this sight: the last of the fall colors, as viewed from the top of Tow Hill. A lone mailbox sits to the left, and a long lane runs from there back into the woods to a house. There's a fence to the right around one of the larger properties, owned by someone we've never met.

My husband and I have been chasing the foliage for the past few months, running hither and yon to see the tree show. We cherish the autumn, when the trees are clad in glory. Home is where the heart is, and so perhaps it is fitting that this, possibly my last shot of the colors, should be taken so close to home.

The song: the Association, with Cherish.