The birch trees have lost most of their leaves already. There was no glorious burst of yellow but a fading and flaking away. When Dell and I went for a walk yesterday, we noticed this fungus on a tree that seemed to be eating the life out of the poor thing.
From September 23, 2012

The lilies were up and out in numbers.  We stood and watched the fish swim in and out of the shadows and reflections.
From September 23, 2012
Della came across this little hopper in his racing stripes and ready to go, except that we had to motivate his springy self to cross the street while he had a chance.
From September 23, 2012

The road was littered with the remains of newts.  It was strange and disturbing.  This guy had some help, and I think he was glad to see us go when the photo op was over.
From September 23, 2012

It was a nice walk on the second day of autumn. It was a nice flight, too--for the great blue heron who got out of Dodge when he saw us coming.  We loitered and we stalked and we skulked and we waited, but he didn't come back.  Those guys are like that; we'll catch him next time.
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