It was a cold drizzly day, but that didn’t stop us from walking to the creek.

There are almost no flowers in the woods and pastures this time of year. So the flash of asters is a welcome sight.

The many spiked fruits are hollow, with a number of large dark seeds inside.

I was in the pasture, away from the farmyard lights, looking for Northern Lights, but there were only stars. No moon.

And horses.

About three and a half hours north and west of us lies Riding Mountain National Park. We were lucky to be there for the weekend. Even though it was cool and rainy, the fall colours were lovely.