Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

The yellow climbing roses are putting on a show and it's so beautiful. I can't walk past them whenever I'm outside. I have to stop, inhale their fragrance and tell them how lovely they are. 

 

 

 

This pear tree, along with a towering oak, were the only two trees in a swath of grass next to the cornfield. Both were beautiful trees, but the pear tree captured my heart. Look at how much fruit the tree bears. Look at the limbs bent from the weight of the pears. And the rosy skin on some just beckons one to pick and sink her teeth into the flesh. I didn't, though, thinking because of how close the tree is to the corn, it may have received a misting of pesticide if the field had been sprayed. Maybe not, but I wasn't going to take a chance.