When I think of the autumn colors of my younger days, I see vibrant colors, brooks, and back roads. After moving out of New England and living out west, I though I would never see the colors as I pictured them again.
California goes from green to brown, Colorado has some bands of bright yellow aspen in the mountains and the colors of coastal Massachusetts still do not match my memory. Or is it just my imagination?
Last year I went up about two weeks too early and then I didn’t make it back. This year, I decided to go back two weeks later and see. Southern Vermont hasn’t peaked in color yet, however I didn’t want to miss a good weather opportunity. We could get a storm next week and I could be stuck wondering for another year.
Well, stick around for the next couple of days. You ain’t seen nothing yet.