It is always a relief to arrive at the Hermitage. I received an especially warm welcome from Brinker. Don gave in to a nap while I went for a walkabou (...)
I continued across the leaf-strewn grass when I noticed a movement in the leaves. Ah hah! Yon Leopard frog had yet to find a spot to hibernate in. Bet (...)
The new back porch was my first stop. I sat on the steps to listen to the whispering Blanche. Brinker loves the new wood and couldn't stop rubbing aga (...)
At one point, Brinker ran up and down the steps and all around the porch. I've never seen her this active before. She was a delight to watch. She fina (...)
A lesser known part of the Hermitage, easily overlooked.
Ah, the flaming treeline of the Mayo hollow. Look up. Look way up!
I followed the path along the Blanche, tipping my hat with respect at Mother's grave. With so many leaves gone, Don's shed loomed through the remainin (...)
Turning 180 degrees from Don's shed produced this sedate view of leaves gently streaming down the Blanche.
I like this spot. This tree is the last to lose its leaves. The autumn sun causes the leaves to glow with inner light as you stand beneath the spreadi (...)
Recent ill-mannered winds had knocked a lot of leaves into the Blanche River. These leaves formed endlessly changing patterns on the never still river (...)
All is not light and colour. The Hermitage hides some dark secrets like this Mandrake tree. You don't want to be down here at night when the tree is w (...)
I dragged myself away from the cloying influence of the Mandrake tree and stumbled onto the track from the tractor shed to the lane. This glorious vie (...)
Don summarizes the day, "Saturday was wall to wall rain, so we kept preoccupied indoors except for some fitful throwing of the ball for the dog." That (...)
Dawn saw the fog slowly form and rise on the Blanche. I went out while the others snored. The quiet was profoundly magnificent. It literally suck out (...)
The gang was finally rattling about the place when I came back in. Heather was packing her stuff and she left before breakfast, as usual. It was so ni (...)
We got ourselves cleaned-up and succombed to naps of varying lengths. Donna & I managed to convince Don to take us on a Fall colour tour of the region (...)
Muted colours in a wild looking landscape.
Big Lake is a favorite spot for Fall colours. This year, different views presented themselves.
Further on down the road - a wall of colour.
What a backdrop to an already attractive scene!
Nature's Serene Beauty
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