I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Autumn winds have blown most of the leaves off the house vines. Yesterday I removed most of the pink leaf stems that remain after the leaves have fallen. All that’s left is the greyish brown vine itself. Without the cover of leaves I can see how the vines have snuggled in between the bricks and under the edges of the siding. It clings fast to the house.
The berries are also all picked or eaten by birds for the season. There was a bumper crop of blackberries this year and the crabapple tree is as full as it’s ever been.
Now that most of the leaves have dropped from the birch trees, we can easily see the nests created by birds earlier this year. The ones we found yesterday in the front yard were probably robins’ nests, mud-lined cups of dried grass constructed at eye level. There certainly were a large number of robins in the yard this summer. We also found a couple of smaller nests at eye level in the dark section of woods near the edge of the ditch. Not sure yet what type of bird made these.