Abundant rain and only a few cold nights have resulted, so far, in a muted display of fall color. The Burning Bush above has not fully committed to its usual scarlet and the trees along the pasture's fence line are subdued shadows of what they have been in previous years.
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The yellow-orange of the tree behind the Freewill Baptist Church down the branch caught my eye . . .
. . . and I stopped the car in the middle of the road to snap this sourwood below -- which is doing its best to bring color to a (so-far) less-than-spectacular Fall.
Things could change. I seem to remember that last year the color was slow coming but the reds and oranges finally burst forth.
I'm keeping an eye on the maples.
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