Along the property line fence, out the driveway and up to the road.
We were far enough south this past week to NOT receive 39 inches of snow as some of those in northern Minnesota suffered with. Most of our moisture came down as freezing mist and even that didn't really last very long. As a result, we have less than an inch on the ground and today's 'fall is being very lackadaisical, not that determined to change things.
I couldn't call it Home but I'm a bit envious sometimes of the creatures that can.
Bucks stop here.
This once regal oak lost its top and is now providing life to others.
Our woods are full of these pretzel vines.
The birch, having grown too large for its own good is supporting other life as well......lots of it.
Even just a quick shot of sunshine would have these branches sparkling with a thousand points of light
Bull thistle blossoms providing the snow a place to stop.
I made more than enough noise to roust these two resting deer.
The old Hill Road, used prior to and up until the 50's. Cattle used the lane to access the pastures in the valley across the hill and farm machinery accessed the crop land up on top. 4WD tractors and 12 row corn heads no longer can use this route.
As colorful as it gets on a snowy day. Cedar trees and stubborn oaks unwilling, or unready to shed their leaves.
Remnants.......a remaining strand of barbed wire long since needed and green leaves hanging on to last season.