
The rose hips are over now
but berries are still on the
vines,
milkweed floss is floating over the fields
and along the ravines the leaves are turning gold. I haven't been up to the woods in months, too busy between work and then surgery, but Tippy and I are back to a full walking schedule again. Some of my favourite trees were cut down this summer, they must have been in the way of Parks Improvement projects - widened paths or old tree maintenance.
A remnant from the cottage-country years before urban planning reduced the green space, it is the last of the apple trees along this particular green corridor.
It beckons young climbers and there are several doors and windows, suitable for fairy comings and goings.
Closer to home geese scattered as we came near another tree, except for these greedy two. Who knew that Canada Geese eat green apples?
(The rare four legged Canada Goose, a species not unlike Hugh Lofting's pushmi-pullyu)
More about Hugh Lofting in another post.I grew up with Dr. Dolittle, Jip the dog and company, and better book company can not be had!
Speaking of Jip the dog - time for another walk.
Best wishes all