This has been one of the finest shows of Fall colors I can remember in the 36 years we’ve lived in Vermont. I’ve enjoyed a number of back road walks and mountain hikes in the past two weeks—this in East Montpelier:
Everywhere I look the colors have been glorious. One this particular walk, Rob and Michael and I found ourselves looking up at the sun coming through the leaves and the sky behind, “bluer than I can believe…”
On another hike, up Camel’s Hump, on the most perfect day of the Fall, I enjoyed seeing the leaves of Hobblebush (Viburnum lantanoides), with variations in color beyond imagining. I also love these leaves because you have to get out in the woods to see them—leaf peeping from the car will not suffice!
As I post this, a cold front has just roared through with high winds and rain and many, many blowing leaves. I suspect tomorrow will show us a “post-peak” world—one I actually find to be even more beautiful in many ways than the spectacle of the past several weeks. Or perhaps I’m just wanting to hang on to a bit more of Fall before moving on to ice and snow?