Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
This view from my bedroom window reminds me of the Robert Frost poem. This is very much a yellow Fall here in NH. I ran rural errands earlier. Trash got taken to the dump and things left in the "still-good" building there. Needed stuff was bought from the hardware store, where things crowded the aisles and the uneven floor in the old building creaked under foot. Then I took the time to kick some dry leaves down this same path in the woods. Chilly with the sun in and out from behind the clouds. It's a good afternoon to bake and use up the last of the peaches in the freezer for a peach/pear kuchen.