October 10, 2018

The big maple in front of the Carriage House was almost bare.
Something moved across the end of the Scots Pine Allée.
A squirrel.
On some of the trees, Virginia creeper was showing typical color.
Across the Little Bluestem Meadow, one maple had some color.
The path into the Old Grave Pit was blanketed with fallen leaves.
A garter snake almost got stepped on.
It seemed untroubled by close approach.
A perfect mushroom was up ahead.
Leaves don't fall sideways in calm air - I stopped to look.
It took a while to find the wood frog.
A tricolored mushroom was in several locations.
The bottom of the Old Gravel Pit looked like early spring.
The Fern Glen was almost devoid of color.
Our late flowering black snakeroot was finished.
And seed pods were forming.
Back in the rich fen, poison sumac was sporting typical colors.
The loose, white berries should remove any doubt.
Familiar stag horn sumac was around the corner.
Witch hazel can be smelled before it is seen.
Always in the shrub swamp, winterberry leaves turn ghostly pale.
Handsome is the new deck!
Built-in seating seems comfortable.
Cedar railing and stainless wire make for nice viewing.
Indian cucumber root advertised its fruit by its leaf color.
Tunnels in the lawn indicated there were moles about. This one was seened recently dead.
Next week: the Wappinger Creek Trail side of the trail system.

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