These are not power walks. On hikes through the Bonshaw Hills this month, my husband and I look up and stop often to take photos. However, the undergrowth deserves notice as well, particularly the ferns.
Sometimes, they are lush and green in spite of the date on the calendar.
In other areas, the yellow ferns are striking against the background of fallen leaves.
White ferns are rarer but they stand out on the forest floor.
Ferns which are finished teasing us with their colour, turn rusty in the end.
And if we are really lucky, we find a stand of ferns in various stages of autumn glory.
But once in a while, we have to just stop and catch our breath.