Friday fifties

Not all the leaves have fallen yet. There are still plenty of hangers-on. I saw these in the woods where a path leads me and Callie down into the river valley, our normal evening walk. They're in a spot that was cleared for firewood last year. Since then, saplings and other growth have sprung up in the newly sunlit bare patch. It won't be bare for long.

Saplings in the woods. 50mm, f/7.1, 1/125s, ISO 6400.

In a burst of unplanned ambition, I got the lawnmower out yesterday afternoon and cut a portion of the yard. My intent in the sunny afternoon was to trim the strip outside the fence that runs along the north side of the property, something that takes less than five minutes. But then I thought, while I've got the mower out, I might as well cut the grass outside the hedges, too, and the strip along the road while I'm at it. Then I thought, it's silly to cut the grass outside our property and not do any inside, so I cut a section of the lawn. I didn't do it all because there are mole hills to clear in the other section first. I wasn't feeling that ambitious.