Mother and I took a cruise around the area on some roads neither she nor I had ever gone down. There aren’t many of those, so it’s always fun to take off down some lane without having a clue where the road is going to take us.
This old house is one of only a couple of structures left standing in the old German community of Wittenberg, MO. When I photographed the town in the 60s, there was still a store and a number of families there.
Four decades of Mississippi River floods have pretty much erased all traces of the town.
Mother always likes to go down to the Tower Rock Nature Area where there are three persimmon trees that produce prodigious amounts of fruit. We thought it would be too early to eat any since there hasn’t been a frost, but the ground was littered with seeds and squashed persimmons.
Mother fought off the bugs and the bees to eat her fill
Anybody who has eaten a not-quite-ripe persimmon will never forget the way they’ll flat turn your mouth inside out. She’s had enough practice to be able to pick out the good ones.
Not sure if the mantis is praying or preying
This praying mantis didn’t appear to be stalking anything, but they have a deserved reputation as an ambush predator. Larger versions will go after animals as big as rodents. Fortunately, this guy was of a milder flavor.
Busy as a bee or butterfly
Almost every flowering plant alongside the road was being visited by bees and butterflies.
I overheard talk in a store that we might see frost any night now, but the official weather forecast is still calling for the low 40s.
I’m kinda easing into this cold weather thing before hopping on the bike. That sounds crazy, but you have to remember that the heat index was 100 when we left Florida a few days ago.
I learned at a very early age NOT to jump into the swimming pool before about July. You don’t want to take a chance on having your heart stop.