We’ve been driving all over the Granite State and the Green Mountain State, and all the while, I’ve put a good bit of thought into why New Englanders seem to celebrate fall way more enthusiastically than we do. Here is my theory: I think that it is because it is just so darn pretty here in the fall and that beauty is truly worthy of a celebration before winter’s icy grip gets a hold on the Northeast. Our autumns pale in comparison, literally and figuratively. I have heard it said that, in the South, we have four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and football. I guess that, since fall isn’t our most glorious time of the year, we just give it a polite little nod by tossing a fall wreath on the front door and proceed to throw ourselves headlong into college football and tailgating like nobody’s business. Honestly, incredulously, I have even heard myself say, “I’m so excited that college football is starting back.” But I know without a doubt that I have never said, “I’m so glad it’s fall.” Why would I? Fall bears a striking resemblance to summer. Yeah, OK, every once in a while, September and October throw us a bone and the temperature drops into the 80’s. Wow. Rick thinks I am being harsh about this; I think I’m just being honest.
Nonetheless, we’ve had a marvelous week in New Hampshire and Vermont, but like all travel adventures, this one is coming to a close. The main purpose of the trip was to see New England in all its autumnal glory and we were richly rewarded. So I just want to post a few pictures that we thought were shareable.