Big sleek buses filled with tourists, cruising through local streets and along area two-lanes in search of autumn color. Leaves strewn across lawns and sidewalks, piled up along gutters -- perfect for walking through, making lots of noise, sending bunches of them flying with each step. Hillsides once green, now quilted with reds, oranges, yellows, hills and mountains rearing up against dramatic skies. (Dramatic because all that beautiful, golden weather that lasted through so much of September took a powder not long ago, leaving us with days of more fickle dispositions -– often cloudy, sometimes pouring down rain, lately real damn chilly, nighttime temperatures sliding low enough to get weather people squawking about possible snow at higher elevations.)
Autumn in Vermont. A strange one this year -- there's color, but it's not as wild and gorgeous as it's supposed to be. Unless you look, er, well, over there -- right there, where I'm pointing -- oops, sorry, the rain just brought down those leaves, leaving mostly bare branches, traces of faded hues. Poop. Well, that's okay -- take a leisurely drive out of town, see how things look there. All that countryside, all those killer views. (Oh, er -- more rain? Sorry.)
There's color. You may just have to work a teeny bit to enjoy it. And the rain -- well, it's not actually raining all the time, just enough to get one carrying an umbrella every time you step outside. All that moisture helps fill the air with the pungent aromas of autumn. And then when the clouds part and sweet sunlight pours down, there is nothing like it.
Autumn. It's lovely. (No, really.)
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