It's been a long, extended summer and parts of cottage country seem untouched by autumn's fingerpaints - like this path off the road. It used to lead to a swamp and was a favoured spot for frog-catchers in summer and duck hunters in fall. But as you can see by the meadow in the background, consecutive dry summers have evaporated all the water.
The picture below is more reflective of what the countryside looks like now. It will become even more colourful in the next week or so.
Now there's a novel shoeshine.
Sometimes I didn't know whether to focus on the reality or the reflection - so usually I opted for both. This, by the way, is our cottage's "front lawn." Some folks opt for clearing the brush and seeding grass. We're from the landscaping-by-Mother-Nature school of cottaging.
As evening draws down, it's time to start thinking about making a fire, sitting back, and sipping something smooth.
It just doesn't get any better than this folks. Glad you could join me.
Over at Hilary's blog, The Smitten Image, you can read her take on how the fishing went and see more fine pics.