A small army of invaders has arrived.
Late September at the waterline.
Bittersweet, woodbine, and virgin’s bower weave a wild tapestry.
Tiered elegance and tasty too!
At the overlook on Mine Ledge, mountain laurel makes a September appearance.
What the deer saw.
Long, long ago is still now.
Late summer’s bounty, high on the ridge.
The hushed beginnings of the day.
Left behind in the morning dew.