Yesterday afternoon I took a little walk around my neighborhood. The color of the scarlet sumacs along the main road beckoned me. Sumacs are a shrubby little tree not worth a whole lot; however, in autumn, they garner attention. They once had a noble purpose. Their fronds were boiled in buttermilk creating the most incredible red paint. It was inexpensive and durable and nearly every New England farmer painted his barn with the stuff.
1. Sumac along the river's edge (It's hard to tell, but that space between the sumac and the trees on the other side is the river.)
2. I thought this sumac branch looked like red hot chile peppers
3. This was the view that first beckoned
4. Some blush on the backyard forsythia bush
5. Lunch...focaccia bread with fresh tomato slices, onion, green pepper, and cheese (Yes, we are still on our eating plan.)
6. Trees in the forest behind our house
7. Even the ditch was pretty
8. Oh that nasty turkey vulture is getting too close
9. Too much of a close-up?
10. Looking toward our house
11. Looking toward the town square
12. What is he doing?
13. Digging a big hole
14. Looking across the river to the old mill
15. More sumac
16. Another toward the old mill view
Hope that you have far lovelier views!
Edited to Add @ 2:27 EST:
Who knew the stuff was also edible? I am not trying it. Nope. A very interesting video at the following source. I might try making a buttermilk paint, though. ☺