Fall in New England is a magical time...
A time when days grow shorter and temperatures begin to drop...we soon discover nature's bounty by driving back roads...the road less traveled. Farm stands dot the countryside...pumpkins glow in brilliant shades of orange and green...some speckled..some striped...
gourds discovered in many shapes and sizes...
October is the month for pumpkins..some will find their way into a pie plate while others carved into spooky creatures announcing Halloween's arrival...
On this day we find the countryside ablaze with color.. fields of gold.. sugar maple.. beech and oak trees provide a kaleidoscope of color. Their brilliance reflected in a pond below...
clouds billow in and soon the rain begins to fall...
we drive higher into the hills...in the blink of an eye the clouds simply float away...
and the reflection appears once again...this day has become cold...we decide it is time...the kindling is brought in and soon the flame is burning bright...
there is warmth and the fragrance of cinnamon and clove fills the air...yes..it is Fall in New England...such a lovely time of year...my favorite time of year...