What I can't capture is the smell of fall. Woodsmoke, fallen leaves, baking apples. Nor, the sounds-of crunching leaves, of children playing in leaf piles, of leaf blowers. Or the tastes - of fresh pressed apple cider, of baked winter squash with maple syrup, of local fall honey.
This year turned out to be the year of "bright". Bright red, bright yellow, and even bright brown. The rust-colored hills tried to call to me to crochet an afghan in their colors. But I have other projects to complete.
And, ironically, when peak came, the colors were muted with heavy clouds.
After the weather turns for good (probably in the next week, right around Halloween) comes the slide into winter. But first....
For your enjoyment, here are some pictures I took over the last week. The first was taken on the hills overlooking Vestal, NY last weekend.
These next were taken yesterday, October 24, in various locations. The colors are muted due to the thick clouds so they don't look like fall picture post cards, but they have their own type of beauty.
These last three pictures were taken on the Vestal Rail trail.
Vermont may be more famous, but there is no place like home.