This evening I took a color walk on the Blacklamp Trail near the Shawnee Lodge and Resort. I met a fellow walker, er… crawler to be more exact… along the trail. This yellow toned American Dagger Moth caterpillar must be making his last trek about the woods looking for a placed to winter over.
The colors were vibrant, as only autumn allows. The beech tree leaves have turned their copper color, not unlike the metal clad Paul Revere cookware of my mother’s kitchen. Hickories wore a bright yellow, while maples and sumac screamed in of all shades reds, and black-gum weighed in with bold burgandies. The leaf covered trail created a Monnet-like confetti of color that sushed with each step. Fall was in the air, and I drank it all in.
Shades of moss played the subtle green tones, while green brier vine maintained the lemon-lime of its youth. Not to be outdone- chocolate brown bounced from stem to stem in the form of a cock-tailed Winter Wren. Even the end of the season provides some delights.