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.
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!
PS. Thanks, Charlene!