It’s hard to pick a favorite season. Spring with its blossoming wildflowers? Noisy summer with the song of crickets on a balmy night? Or winter, with its fellowship around the warmth of a fire? But autumn is a kaleidoscope, a last brilliant flash of color before the fallen leaves succumb to the smoky fingers of a bonfire.
Wherever we are, about mid-September we feel an annual urge to dash to New England to see autumn at its finest. Do you think it’s provincial snobbery when Vermonters boast about the Connecticut Valley in the fall? Then it’s certain that you haven’t been there, because New England’s autumn foliage is unsurpassed anywhere in the world. When you understand what makes the colors turn as they do, you’ll know why. (Read the rest …)
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