Nature has balls–literally!  I’m not alluding to Hurricanes Harvey and Irma, though that takes balls.  I refer to the interesting wild cucumber vine, with its delicate white stars, springy tendrils, and distinctive spiny fruits.  It was draped over the forest path at Indian Mound today.

There were masses of late summer flowers like a last blast of color before fall.

Not to be outdone, there were mushrooms, lichens, mosses, ferns, and a very artistic spider putting on a show.

The river had its own rainbow going on.

My favorite place at the Mound is the deep-green moss-covered natural rock “fortress”.  It’s like a silent, mystical sanctuary.

Some majestic trees…

…and the cabin of dreams.