A winter scene.
A turtle from somewhere. This reminds me of the time Sue and I were coming back from Argyle village and there was a turtle in the road. I stopped and picked him up, carried him across and dropped him in the water on the other side. I didn't want to see him get squashed.
I got back in the car and Sue says to me, "You know, he was going the other way."
Dusty. I don't know if these are Sue's plants or Nancy's. They both loved plants.
This I believe is a choke cherry. I've seen them a lot in our lives. I took this in Argyle but Sue doesn't think it was the same tree that Mom grew in the side yard.