Ah, finally a fall posting, even though colors are past their peak for the most part around central Wisconsin. It is still stunningly gorgeous with the blustery winds causing cascades of color to fall to the ground in heaps and mounds—muted hillsides beckoning one on to turn down rustic back roads after clearing downtown streets.
It always amazes me just how many roads there are in this state and the way they lead to so many surprisingly beautiful homes and farms.
The countryside gently undulates with the ice age glacial scouring that occurred in this area, offering up bucolic views of farm fields and thick woods.
The trees reaching skyward are quickly becoming denuded of their glory as they are about to enter their slumber for the next six to seven months.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Our weather has definitely moved into fall and despite my wanting to get out for some photo shoots, it just really hasn’t happened. We’ve been busy with other things looming on our horizon; things I’m not at liberty to yet talk about.
I did get this photo of a neighborhood “home” on a back road I take to go the shelter. The creeping vine is just showing hints of the brilliant red to come but mostly what I love is that this home is very typical of Wisconsin homes—out of the ordinary and made out of buildings originally built for other purposes. Note the bell still hangs in the belfry.
Alas, our first hard frost brought an end to my California cosmos—seeds sent from my friend took forever to grow here and then when they did they got as tall as a forest and had just started blooming about a month ago and had produced hundreds upon hundreds of buds, only to be doomed by Wisconsin’s cruel trick. I pulled them all today after seeing them looking so pathetic.