Van Morrison is blasting out of the speakers. It is cold and drizzling outside. The winds have picked up and the sky is darkening but all the candles are lit and the fire is burning…
That crisp, clean, dry smell of autumn is in the air, so stunning and surprising every year, a smell forever connected to bright color, fresh apples and the eagerness of children, pencils and notebooks in…
It’s back!
We needed to put the garden to bed. Old dead vines once filled with zucchini and tomatoes look downtrodden and messy out there in the middle of all this autumnal wonder. Their day is past…
Autumn came early this year. Normally we don’t get peak color down in the southwest corner of Vermont until Columbus Day weekend. But this time you surely don’t need to look at any foliage map…
There is a mist around the tops of the mountains in the mornings now. The cold air is here and the sun has yet to burn off the thick curly wisps the night left behind….
Monday was officially the first day of autumn and by golly I had to put on a sweater in the morning. The temperatures and the calendar were a perfect match. It’s been about 40 degrees…
