On Saturday the girl and I went up one county to get some milk from my cow.
We are past the peak of color in Ohio, but I still think it is beautiful.
Every so often I’d stop to take a picture.
Or I’d hand the camera over to the girl and say, “get a picture of that…quick…try to get the man walking too”.
And she’d snap away.
I love this time of year.
I love the color, the smell of rotting leaves, the crispness in the air, but most importantly the end of ragweed season.