Jim and I took a walk the other evening and we started out going through the woodlot. The ground was covered with a blanket of leaves.

The pond was as well, except where I believe the deer and other wildlife are coming to drink.


The old fence line always makes me smile for some reason. It makes me think of what these woods must have been like years ago.

I spied a few wildflowers hanging on.

The smell of the woods is a smell that I've known from my childhood playing in my cousins woods. It's something you never forget.
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