The autumn light is still working its magic, transforming even plants that in summer I long to obliterate and don't because I can't get everywhere with the trimmer. The pokeberries positively gleam and dog fennel becomes a thing of beauty.
This is a dog fennel that sprouted in the lumber pile beside the horse's night paddock, along with an elderberry. At their feet is a bunch of meadow beauty (not pictured here), now covered with urnshaped seed pods.
We have had a much drier fall than many places in the country, and the autumn sun has been a delight. I think the light is most beautiful in our location between 2:30 and 4 in the afternoon. After that the sun dips behind trees to the south, and I wish for about 4 more hours of good light.