Fuzzy

When we pulled up to the entrance to the Cordata trail, my mom said she didn't want to walk there because it looked "fuzzy." We proceeded anyway, but it's true that late fall walks among deciduous trees are not my mom's favorite. We are back to the season of, "This looks yucky," and "Why don't they take down all those dead things?" I try to focus on all the nice light that comes through the bare branches.

Our extra canine friend is staying with us for a bit. LS is keeping a watchful eye on him, apparently.