I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.~~ Lin Yutang
Tilting Trees
Autumn and Antiques
Traveling Rural Wisconsin
Sunlit Forest
Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem:
There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground
But holds the joy of silence or of sound,
Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.” ~Laman Blanchard
On one of the few sunny days in late October, we traveled 40 miles north and visited the premier state park in Wisconsin, Devil’s Lake. The lake is a big draw for most visitors, but I prefer the trails through the many hardwood forests. The trees had lost just enough leaves that sunlight was filtering onto the forest floor.




