Fungi, Forest, Fall And Fresh Air

The light is low now, slanting, with its golden fingers raking through the yet to turn color leaves.....

Fungi and moss in the forest from www.ruralmag.com

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CanadianGardenJoy said…

Absolutely stunning pictures to all of your posts Jen .. I am totally in love with this format as well.
This is so well done .. you have created such a gorgeously illustrated format of wonderful posts !
Perfect !!

September 28, 2018 at 5:40 AM

Anonymous said…

I'm hoping to see a lot more of your beautiful garden photos

September 28, 2018 at 8:03 AM

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