I asked him if I could use some of his repellent and he was happy to share. He told me that his name is Phil and that his son's name is Michael.
Autumn colors are starting to appear in the park. The leaves are turning color, the apples and wild grapes are ripe, and the cattail heads are opening up.
I saw critters, too.
It was a peaceful walk. I managed to get back home just before dark, which was a good thing because I didn't really want to turn into a pumpkin. Come to think of it, on my way home, I did take pictures of pumpkins. There is a house that turns its front yard into a pumpkin patch every year. So pretty!
(But where is Charlie Brown? And when will the Great Pumpkin come?)