wish you were here

this weekend was peak foliage around here.

brilliant reds, oranges and salmons and golds and yellows

played against the deep green of the balsams

 and the grey of rock outcroppings.

i drove to our modern quilt guild meeting this morning, along I-89,

blown away again by the glory of vermont in october. 

it just doesn't get old.

year after year, it continues to stop us in our tracks.

this afternoon

i took a little wander in our side yard, close to the stone wall that 

keeps our neighbor's cattle from coming into our yard

(most of the time).

the colors are softer under the birches and beeches...

more golden and russet.

the ferns, bleached by the hard frost, look ghostly.

the hunter's moon will rise tonight

and the change of seasons is feeling more urgent.

pine cones and acorns and crabapples

are being hoarded by the little wood critters.

the birds are busy eating berries and seeds from the

bushes and trees.

woodpiles are looking fresh and organized.

squash and root vegetables are stacked at farm stands

and jars of gleaming jams and jellies and pickles are everywhere.

piglets are being born all over the valley,

hay is baled and tucked into barns and shelters.

sitting, looking at the view with batman this afternoon,

we could smell the dry leaves.

is there a perfume that mimics that scent?

i would buy it, to be sure.

xo