Piggybacking on last night’s fallen post, here are a few more victims of the wind and cold we’ve had over the last week. There is still some color on the ground, though it’s fading quickly. With our relatively dry fall, the leaves have been crisp and brittle of late, crackling beneath the feet in satisfying fashion. It makes quietly padding through the forest impossible; there would be no way to hide with so many audible clues and hints. Mother Nature only disguises her own trails, never yours; she owes no allegiance or cover to you.
