This is the old maple tree in the yard. I don't know how old it is, but it is in pictures from when my dad was little...
This is the youngest maple tree in the yard. I can remember when it was moved from the woods and planted here. It was considerably smaller then...
Pink mums in the flower bed at the end of the sidewalk. A fall color?
The lower hog pen shrouded in fog as the sun rises...
I still like trees...
This is a woods we've always referred to as the pines. Note the current lack of pines. They've gotten old and were just cut...
The bottom soybean fields...
The hog's back is beginning to peek from beneath the morning fog...
Bright red sumac...
The morning sun reflected off of the pond through the catty nine tails...
The hog's back makes more of an appearance...
The upper hog pen and the small patch of soybeans...
The bottom fields with soybeans nearly ready for harvest...
The sun is getting stronger and the fog weaker...
The round top had some color...
My dad showed me this. Is it a tree or trees? Either way the branches merged into the other trunk. Very odd...
My little brother's place with the round top in the background...
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