The fiery leaves are almost at an end; they'll turn to burnt toast soon.
This is a nature trail in miniature; the path is carved between two streets of houses, with sufficient bushes that you don't get more than a glimpse of rootop anywhere.
On my way through I found this lone mushroom, nestled in with a strip of green plastic.
This is a beautiful time of year and we've had a longer summer than most. I'll be sorry to see it go.
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