We're several weeks beyond what I would consider to have been the peak of fall color here in the Finger Lakes region. A trip to the woods this weekend made it clear that there is still plenty of color to be found. As always, the photos hardly capture the reality, but they're the only way I know how to share this natural beauty.
There were no apple trees in sight, but this sweet little poem came to mind as we all enjoyed kicking the leaves and crunching around.
Twinkletoes
When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!
A. A. Milne
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