Scenes and findings from our exploration walk. The morning after this walk, every single flower was gone as a hard frost had come in during the night and put the 'finished' stamp on summer. See those red berries? They drip from the trees all over town, weighing their branches down in heavy, droopy arcs. I'm told by the old timers (grandaddy and others!) that these particular red berry trees forecast a cold, snowy winter. Our skis sit at the ready...
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