Slumped Over

It isn't that nothing is going on, it's just that my words are at a bottleneck. The thoughts are bouncing, but not flowing out in an orderly fashion...

My sister Rachel and I went out photo hunting on Friday afternoon. We started off at Webster Park but didn't find ourselves overly impressed.

 There still wasn't much color up close to Lake Ontario last weekend, but it should be looking gorgeous by this next one.

We ended up at Mount Hope Cemetery where the leaves were mostly green and still holding fast to their moorings.

On our way back toward home we took a detour to Corbett's Glen.

I walked about my own yard late Friday afternoon and found a bit of color popping out on the sassafras trees. I also found The Grandfather's wooden cart left out at the corner of the orchard by a mischievous child or two. By the look of the cement blocks they'd collected, I'd say they were planning some type of construction project.

Apples. Autumn doesn't happen here without apples. The trees are still loaded and there is music in the orchard.

We had The Trio for a few hours yesterday afternoon, so we  loaded them up and took them to the fish hatchery in Powder Mills Park.  For a quarter they got a handful of fish food and the excitement of feeding some brown trout.

After we ran out of quarters (not really) we took them over to Power's Farm Market to run through their totally awesome cornstalk tepee, look at the animals, long for a wagon ride but not get one, and eat a yummy pumpkin fried cake. It was a good afternoon.