The eastern United States in fall is something to behold. I have seen Cape Cod, Washington DC, Virginia, North and South Carolina, and Pennsylvania in the fall but never Vermont.
The fall colors, the people, the history, and the architecture of this part of the world require more attention than I am prepared to give right now so I will just share with you some images that struck me as beautiful.
Fall for me used to represent a sad time. The end of the summer weather, messy yards and streets. But now fall means fires in the fireplace, all my favorite soups, homemade breads, and stews. It means our families coming together for Thanksgiving and of course my October birthday.
My husband Jim loved the fall and I think that’s how I learned to embrace it. I’m grateful for letting go of that old dread and among other things, am looking forward to chilly morning walks with Riley and Mr. Spreckles in their new plaid jackets.