A RESTLESS fall wind flutters the changing leaves in the tall sycamore trees and sends many of them spiraling downward to the ground. October has laid her golden hand on the hills, with the underbrush already turning to varied shades of red and yellow.

The dogwoods are a brilliant scarlet, while the sourwoods and sumacs turn a deeper red. The lowly poison ivy vine shines in vivid shades of orange and yellow as it climbs the fence posts and twines about the tree trunks.