A gallop through some of what we see around here. Back in mid-September we went apple-picking in Harvard -- near that experimental community begun by Louisa May Alcott's father Branson and a bunch of his transcendentalist cohorts.
They also had a couple peach trees.
Lots just waiting to succumb to the rains and the bees.
Honey in the making.
Three iterations of the barn Paul's been keeping track of:
And later, mid-October, we took a chilly Sunday morning walk down Main Street to see the piles of color heaped up in the sideyard of the closest farm to campus.
Hazel clambering in the Japanese maple just on the other side of our dorm.
Damn! I need to start doing my work. Much more fun to skate along through our recent weeks.