When the golfing season seemed to end but the carts were still out
I stopped in the clubhouse again, but only saw "we can't have you taking pictures of trees."
So, I gave up the picture idea. They're just a bunch of tree trunks.
But the snow is such another opportunity in contrast
that I had my sister drop me on the Brandywine side, and pick me up after a trip around the block.
Hundreds of Canada geese. Like the King of France's men, they march up the hill and down again.
In the morning the open areas are a sea of brown backs.
At the corner of Truxell and Akron Cleveland Road, across the rough.
No picture yet does justice to the rows and rows of spruce,
so I'm probably through taking pictures of Mr. Yesberger's trees.
Back up Truxell, waiting for my ride.
My header pond, from another angle.