Fall Color

It's a wonderful routine to take the dogs for a walk run first thing in the morning.

Brisk, sunny, pistol on my hip and a cuppa steaming joe in a travel mug.

On the return leg of our mile+ hike it's nice to set on the Leopold bench at the ancestral campsite and check the email while the dogs continue to tear it up.

Even this red oak sapling is getting into the spirit of autumn...