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There are not many things in New England that are more breathtaking for us than the transformation of our maple tree’s leaves into brilliant Fall colors especially during the month of October. I take my deepest breath when I first catch the glow of the red, orange and yellow trees that begin to line the streets and country roads, but especially those in northern New England’s White and Green Mountain ranges in New Hampshire and Vermont, not to take anything away from western Massachusetts and the Berkshires. In fact if you are planning a road trip during the peak weekend, which is usually Columbus Day, you’d best make your reservations at least a year in advance.
Green Mountains of Vermont
THASC artist Fern Marvel clearly expresses this feeling in her oil painting, “Autumn in the Mountains”. Her golden and reddish leaves are highlighted by the rush of the stallion down the mountain accompanied by a beautifully flowing stream. In the background, the mountains are dotted with the beginning of colorful trees. I always wait in anticipation for the leaves on my street to begin their alteration and then, the true meaning of Fall occurs, as you can see on my front lawn, laying an orange and yellow blanket of leaves that fall to the ground inviting you to kick through them for fun, much like the stallion depicted by Fern stomps his way through the fallen leaves in her painting. As her gallant horse seems to leave the beauty of the autumn mountains behind, we are reminded of the cold winter, which, unfortunately, awaits us ahead.
In turn, Autumn is but all too brief and I am reminded of this poem of the same name by Author Ktdid:
Autumn in the Mountains
Late summers shadows turn to fall,
Still wakes in me a beckoned call,
To trample through the crisp dry leaves,
Aft frost from season’s first chilled breeze,
Turning what was once a forest green,
To mountains dressed in fiery sheen,
Of maple red and golden oak,
Flaunts their regal autumn cloak,
I watch a southbound vee of geese,
A romping squirrel through fallen leaves,
As sweet smoke rises from chimney spire,
Hangs like perfume in fall’s cool air,
It’s times like this my soul’s at ease,
A moment to ponder a bit of peace,
With one last chance to take a peak,
Ere winter turns this place to bleak.
We still have some time before the peak color from the mountains arrives in our neighborhood. I’ll leave you with images of the glowing colors of Fall yet to come to my neighborhood this year.
Neighborhood trees
Happy Fall, everyone!
Please comment on the blog after you read it. I’d love to hear about Fall in your neck of the woods.
See you Thursday!
-Maria
PS. Thanks, Charlene!
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Fern has a wonderful talent and I agree with Maria’s feeling of Autumn in New England.
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You are the best!! Thank you, Sav!
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Profa,
I have backtracked quite a bit on your blog and noticed an abundance of animal themed paintings, which I absolutely love. The penguin painting sticks out, as I love penguins and hope to one day work with them, but I think this is by far my favorite so far. Fall is perhaps my favorite season. I love the cooler weather and the changing color of the leaves. This painting actually reminds me of Yosemite National Park, which I was fortunate enough to explore a few years back. I was speechless when we drove into the park. The trees, the mountains, the landscape… It was absolutely breathtaking and I was speechless. It was my first time seeing trees and mountains that tall. They seemed to touch the sky. This painting reminds me of Yosemite. I hope to go back and explore more of the trails and would love to do it on horseback. I do love that the horse appears to be ‘wild’ in this painting as well. Not many wild horses exist anymore, and the only true ‘wild’ horse that does exist is the Przewalski’s horse. They are being brought back from near extinction through breeding programs. The horse in this painting resembles a feral mustang more so than a Prezwalskis but I can’t help but think of a much simpler time when horses once roamed free in the U.S. This painting is the epitome of heaven to me. Trees, mountains that reach beyond the sky, and horses (well, all animals in my mind) running free. I absolutely love this painting! It’s a place I would live in if I could. I’m a country/ mountain girl at heart!
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Oh, my, Katie. This is truly a spectacular comment. So informative for me coming from an expert like you! I can’t wait to visit and explore the animal kingdom with you. Thank you so much for writing such a beautiful comment !!!
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Maria,
Sara loved the fall. She loved all the changing colors of the leaves. I love Autumn,and its many changing leaves.l love to go for long country rides,and just look at all the colors,its breat taking. Fern Marvels painting is so beautiful, the horse in that picture, is running so free. If you look at the picture, it looks like its real,and the horse is going to jump out of the picture, right at you. It’s amazing,how she painted that. I just love lt!!! Maria, lets take that fall country drive soon,in honor of Sara. I
Know she would love lf we did that. Shes looking at the leaves,down in heaven,as they are changing color. Keep on writing such wonderful stories.
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Dana, your comment is riveting and captured my attention. The horse really does steal your heart in the painting and I am ready to take that ride when you are! Thank you for remembering Sara at this lovely time of year.
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Autumn in the mountains and a horse enjoying freedom…..ahhh…..
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What better than you and Cruiz and Autumn.
Thank you, Steve!
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Love this time of year , the smell of the crisp air, the cool breeze that requires a cozy sweater , and most of all the scenery. New England hands down boasts the most breathtaking Autum landscapes, and who doesn’t love the delicious treats that fall invokes, apple everything, pumpkin pies and hot cider. I absolutely love this season and the beautiful artwork it inspires.
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