Autumn Color 
bas above Kodachrome is taken from Peter J. Mezitt’s home 
looking down on part of the nursery. In the distant lowland is our 
interesting old abandoned cranberry bog with its hand-dug canals. 
In front of it is a patch of emerald green winter rye — part of a 
five-acre field — planted to control soil erosion and to build up 
the soil for nursery crops. 
The patch of green on the lower right side is a part of our major 
diversion terrace — a sod strip fifty to one hundred feet wide, 
banked up on the lower side from three to six feet. It extends 
around the entire face of the hill, catches all excess water, filters 
it clear as crystal through the filter strip of grass sod and then 
empties the water into a babbling brook down to the cranberry 
bog. Maps show that our hill, and consequently this terrace, is the 
first watershed of the Charles River. 
The very green tree in the center of the block of dogwood is an 
interesting white oak that is reluctant to shed its summer color, 
and we have left it standing though it is a practical nuisance in 
our field. It once served as welcome shade for the cows that pas- 
tured on this sunny slope. 
