It was almost 70 and sunny today, so I threw the windows open and headed outside for my stroll.
The pink roses are the only remnants of summer. Everywhere else, winter is clearly on its way.
An old barbed wire fence post stands out in the woods.
This birdhouse was knocked down in the wind. Fortunately, I found it undamaged and put it back up.
A little pile of wood from a dead tree that Ed cut down waits at the edge of the lawn.
To see who else is strolling today, visit the Quiet Country House.