The first real frost is forecasted. After that, well, you never know what the colors will be. So late this afternoon as I drove home from my weekly grocery run, the cows called to me and I had to stop and take their picture. The light was coming in at a beautiful angle, and I was dreaming of buying an expensive camera in that moment. I got over it. The iPhone will have to do. I’ve driven past this scene, and many of the cows’ brethren, for twenty years. But there’s always something a bit whimsical seeing it in fall. When I first moved here from the hustle of Long Island, I used to joke with my friends that I now live in a post card. It’s not a joke anymore. I really do. And I’ve learned to live in the woods rather than at the beach, and I’ve learned there is peace in rolling footpaths are there are in rolling waves.
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These are the cows. We called them “oreo” cows when the kids were small. I’m sorry I don’t know the exact breed, but they are always this color, with a creamy white middle. That tree out in the middle of the field is one I watch in every season. I love that tree.
Something about the expression on this bovine’s face reminds me of my dog. If you knew my dog, you’d know.
Stone walls are everywhere here. Lots of granite and such.
I loved this tree too. As I walked past, the sunlight made it even more golden. See the next photo.
It was a moment. The photo does not do it justice, but God loves this tree.
Pond is a bit still, usually there is a strong spring that feeds it, but its been a little droughty here.
These might be the last of the mums before the frost comes.
Tree canopy overhead.
My previous fall post from last year is here, and from the old blog here, and this one has some of my favorite barns in it, here.