The scattered clumps of grey hair was the aftermath. We swept the hair into a pile and left it out to see if the birds wanted it for nesting material, but eventually we had to collect it and throw it away.
Jason collecting zebra mussel-covered rocks from in front of our cottage.
Me in my birthday gifts from brother Tom. Do I look like a badass or what? The shirt, visor, sunglasses and floating lanyards for the sunglasses will all come in handy for our planned sail to Antigua soon.
The ground up apples are dumped through this chute to the trays to be folded as above.
A small pumpkin patch outside the cider shed.
A view of the orchard as we start the hay ride.
We saw a few pickers out in the trees. You get paid by the large crate you fill from the bags you pick and it's hard work. At the end of the day, your hourly rate could end up being anywhere from $2-14, depending on how fast and hard you pick. They have a hard time finding folks to pick apples when the fast food burger joints pay $11-12/hour.
Still some grapes ripening on the vine at the orchard.
Jason peeking through the grapevine. I almost didn't recognize him.
Jason back in the cottage, teasing out flower seeds from the heads of brown-eyed susans and other wildflowers we picked nearby on some of our walks. We keep the cottage pretty cool and dress for warmth even inside. He loves that hat.
We know stuff grows from seeds around here. These sunflower sprouts in the front lawn are probably from our bird seed that some squirrel or chipmunk buried as a stash.
A ghostly little mushroom. Sort of looks like an alien or a turtle face.
An Earth Star puffball mushroom.
This, too, is listed as an edible mushroom.
One of our evening visitors. We have a group of three skunks that come by the bird feeder and gobble up whatever scraps I throw out. They love the chicken skins and bones. The three have different, but very pretty pelts. They are practically blind, but have a keen sense of smell. I enjoy watching them, but don't like that they are ferocious diggers if they think they smell a grub or worm.
Such variety in the styles of the pots she made. She has the kiln in her home workshop to fire them, too.
Any fly fishermen would know this fly. The library has an original 'Adams fly'. That is a big deal, if you're into fly fishing. Charles Adams created the fly from local items and made it famous on the Boardman River here.
The original fly made by Charlie Adams
We stopped by Herb and Jean's daughter's home, too. They have a big yard, with lots of bright color still in view.
Jason liked the way the leaves on the parking lot were so evenly spread. A carpet of gold and brown.
Jason enjoying some rays coming in the windows of the cottage. My bags are in front of the fireplace, waiting to be packed for our upcoming sailing adventure.
My winterberry branches add a bit of brightness to the mantle.