This evening we took Maggie the border collie and Hubert the old beagle for a walk on the Brown Place, one of our Union Hall farms. My husband had mowed a trail yesterday, so we had a good place to walk. Maggie ran long and hard. All the pictures I took of her are blurred, so you won't see her in these pictures. You'll catch a glimpse of Hubert, though.
A leaf hangs suspended in a spider web.
Hubert wades in one of the pools in Bull Run Creek.
The trees look like sculpture.
The pawpaw grove was green, but no fruit were on the trees this year.
The spicebush berries have turned red—won't be long until the leaves turn yellow.
A grapevine hangs from the top of this tree.
Hubert wades in another part of the creek.
The above picture is upstream from here Hubert waded.
Leaves were luminous in the early evening sun.
The old house, built over a hundred years ago by John Tom Brown
, is falling apart. No one has lived in it for a half-century or so.
Most of the out-buildings are gone, but part of the chicken house remains.
We had a nice walk. The dogs should sleep well tonight.
Labels: dogs, farm, rural life