It’s finally starting to feel like autumn here in Boston. And the leaves are producing some brilliant color this year.
Fall in New England is officially here. And I’m finally OK with summer’s end.
It’s here. And once I’m resigned that summer is indeed over, I love everything about fall. Plenty of warm days and chilly nights. And delicious foods and pumpkins and feed stores and fairs.
The last vestiges of fall before we head into winter. Pennies, sweaters, and mums, naturally.
It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? The color is out of this world. Here’s what a tree in my yard produced this past weekend.