Fall here has been glorious. I don’t recall a time in recent years when the trees’ foliage, particularly on the oaks, has been so vibrant and long-lasting.
For a while, I never understood why red oaks were called “red.” I still don’t know why, but I’m willing to guess that if the seasons align as they should meteorologically, then the foliage would be red. I don’t have any pictures of the red oaks, which resemble a merlot to me, but I have some of these:
I practically took over the driver’s seat to get this shot.
This photo is untouched; I just wish it were more in focus:
These trees awaited me every time I went to the boathouse:
In early October we went apple picking; an annual event here that we haven’t actually done annually in a few years…
We bought a half bushel of apples for $12. We had every intention of baking them into pies, making apple sauce, and apple butter with them, but we didn’t do it at all. However, the apple population in the bag had been slowly declining.
Today, I discovered why.