Last week we hiked 4 hours to look at fall colors in the mountains. Something is going on with my hip and it was less than fun for me.
The next day, I turned around, after taking out the compost, and saw this.
From my driveway. Much easier.
Yesterday, while preparing for my zoom french lesson, in my pajamas, in my house, this popped into view.
And in its native setting.
Why do I bother going outside at all?
This could relate to many things, including me, but today I am talking about deciduous trees.
Fall in the Adirondacks is glorious and brief. Catch it while you can. Cold fronts with high winds blow the remaining leaves off the trees, which happened again this year.
There’s often a rainbow after rainy weather and stormy skies.
And sunsets from the cabin are stunning. It’s nice to be home to enjoy these views.
We are getting ready to head to Seguin Island Lighthouse for a couple of weeks. I conscientiously enlisted a Catsitter to watch cute little Elli.
Tim went backpacking for a couple of nights and while he was gone she died unexpectedly. Healthy during the day, dead overnight. Life is like that.
Because it’s so close to our departure, the catsitter has become a housesitter and they are still coming (which means I still have to clean the fridge).
They won’t have to cook for him, whose call is , “who cooks for you”, but I came across this beauty in our backyard. He was hanging out on a branch near an owl house made for a much smaller owl.
I just stood with him quietly in the woods very peacefully.
Fall is in the air. This tree’s color popped out at me.
Colors haven’t changed in the hills yet.
Nor at ye olde homestead with the cutest sheshedbeeshed, which still needs a foundation skirt and interior shelving.
I see kitten(s) in our future. (Don’t tell Tim).
We live in a region of the Adirondacks called the high peaks, named for the 46+ mountains over 4000 feet in the area. They have been ablaze with color. People pull over on the roadside to try to capture the colors with their phones and cameras. It’s not always so easy.
There was smoke over the pond on an early morning venture.
Looks pretty drab after all.
Yesterday we wanted to swim but found the pool was going to be full of kids and no lap lanes would be available. Instead we went for an afternoon stroll out back. Holy cow!
The colors were stunning. Even the ground cover was bright red.
Tim took me to a lookout with great views of our little home sweet home and the mountains. What a beautiful place.
Time to get out the woolies.
A trip to the University health center brought a surprise. A sculptured sewing machine and quilt, three stories high. Perfect fall colors.
Life’s been busy since we returned from Seguin. We drove home during changing fall colors, which are now reaching their peak. And we had sunny, seasonal days to enjoy them.
A cloud settled over Cobble Hill. 
Canoeing at Great Camp Santononi in Newcomb. 
Wagon ride to Camp Santononi. 
Sunrise over the mountains on the day my new grandson was born.
A new life! 
I love conjoined carrots.
I love my new grandson even more. 
My garden froze when the temperature fell to 28 degrees f while we were away. But the trees sure are pretty, at home…
And at work.
One of these robins flew into our window this morning and the other sat nearby until the concussed one pulled itself together and shook it off. Unless, the first did it before we woke up and just happened to be there when its mate fell from the sky.
Island and North Country Life 