Ahhh, fall. The colorful leaves, football season, the brisk air, the
pumpkin spice everything…
It’s my favorite season, even though I don’t have school planners to decorate anymore (go ahead, laugh it up). There’s something special about the cooler weather, when my allergies change, and when I have to sleep snuggled deep in several blankets. Also, it’s when people don’t look at me like I’m insane when I drink hot tea all the time…
The only thing better than October in southern New England is October in northern New England. It’s cooler, so things usually happen a bit earlier, and fall really feels like it’s in full swing. This past weekend, I trudged up to Vermont in my rental Jeep (don’t ask) and spent two glorious days in a 1700’s farmhouse, surrounded by all that is fall, all that is New England, and all that is family.
My whole family was there to celebrate my grandmother’s 90th birthday. We were at Reading Farms Estate in Reading, VT, on the way to Killington and right near Woodstock (no, not that Woodstock). It’s a spectacular old farmhouse that sleeps what feels like 50, has ponds, a barn, hiking trails over hundreds of acres, and amazing views.
There were giant trout in this pond, but there was a “NO FISHING” sign…They wouldn’t have noticed if we took one, maybe…though we had plenty of food anyway. There were pellets you could throw in the water, and it was a veritable feeding frenzy. My aunt and cousin did this all weekend. Any time we couldn’t find them in the house, they were outside feeding fish, and giggling. It really is the simple things in life.
The best thing about the leaves being late to change this year are the half-and-half trees. Splashes of color in what would otherwise be a monochromatic view. It’s a good reminder that life goes on – no matter how hard the green tries to stay, it will eventually become bright orange and red, and change will happen. The only thing we can do is look forward to next spring, and starting over.