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October 24, 2012

  • It was overcast, 55° and calm at 2:00 PM on October 24, 2012.
  • Peepers continued to peep this week. Katydids I didn't hear until night fall.
  • Bull frogs were still active in the Fern Glen pond.
  • The colors of Japanese barberry and burning bush dominated the landscape.

  • Fans of old barns should like the Old Pump House with Japanese barberry, a bush honeysuckle and burning bush - both of Asian origin - in front of it.
  • The calls of a couple crows drew my attention overhead; a loose cloud of about 75 passed westward.
  • In the back Old Hayfiled was barberry in a more usual red.
  • But scattered through the woods, were all shades between orange and red.
  • The view from the bluff above the Wappinger Creek was worth stopping for.
  • Down in the flood plain was the best witch hazel blooms I'd seen this year.
  • Close and relax your eyes; when you open them try to focus on the main branch for a 3D view.
  • Burning bush was striking along the creek.
  • A favorite spot of the Ecology Camp kids provided access to the Creek and a bench for the weary.
  • I found myself looking back up through the same barberry that I'd looked down at earlier from the edge of the back Old Hayfield.
  • The path up to the Carriage House was thick with burning bush of a paler pink.
  • But it was the Cary Pines Trail that I followed, where a pair of oak seedlings caught my eye.
  • One had intricate patterns highlighting its veins.
  • The other's leaves were drab until the bright red petioles.
  • More bright red was poking out of the pine needles on the forest floor: partridge berry.
  • In the Fern Glen, hobblebush leaves were subtile in their beauty.
  • The view of the pond was interesting from across the limestone cobble.
  • Great Solomon's seal provided an exotic texture.
  • Finally, a maple-leaved viburnum with berries!
  • A surprise was all the bullfrogs out around the pond.
  • Except for the family of red-breasted nuthatch, the path was quiet all the way through the old Gravel Pit until opening to the Little Bluestem Meadow... under a bough of burning bush.
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