If you travel up in the canyons and the mountains, you can see some color on the trees. Especially the yellows of Quaking Aspens. People out here love to drive the mountain roads to see all the color.
Growing up in New England I have a much different definition of 'color on the mountains.' In fact when I first moved out here 30 years ago I heard lots of people saying, "Look at all the color on the mountains! It is beautiful this year!" Honestly, I wondered what they were talking about!
My daughter is living in New England now. This is her first Autumn. You really can't call it Fall in New England. "Fall" doesn't paint as enchanting and magical a picture as the word"Autumn" does.
|I imagine the air is filled with the scent of cinnamon and crisp apple-sweetness where ever she walks, whether or not there are apple trees nearby.|
|This is the lake she and her husband live on.|
|A photo of the hills across the lake.|
I know people think the Rocky Mountains are awe-inspiring, and they are. But nothing is as breathtaking as Autumn in New England. The glory of the hills full of color, the sound of gentle breezes through the rustling leaves, cool, quiet nights that beg to be wrapped in a sweater, the fragrance that hangs in the air, and the gentle spirit of the earth getting ready for a peaceful, winter dream.