I fell in love with the Blackstone River when we moved to the valley fifteen years ago. The birds that nest along its length, its canals, tributaries, bridges, ponds. Even the swamps make this one of the most beautiful places in the world. In the autumn, the trees are magnificent.
We have swans and geese, ducks and herons. Turtles, beaver, fishers, and trout — they all live along or in the river. It is a rich and fertile world. Beautiful and ever-changing.
Autumn — the season I would happily live in all year round.
Crisp days and chilly nights. Glowing trees and amber light in the evening. Baseball playoffs, pumpkins, and leaves crunching underfoot.
Everyone and everything looks more beautiful in the fall.
Winter is my off-season, but it isn’t really off-season if, for example, you love skiing or ice skating. Summer — not my favorite season — is very popular. Picnics, barbecue, swimming, and hanging on the beach. To me, beach equals sun-stroke and third degree burns, with sand in unmentionable places.
Autumn is New England in its full glory. If we have an “in” season, autumn is it. So … what’s left?
Whitins Pond – November
March and April. After the snow is gone, but before the leaves and flowers appear.
Blackstone River – Early March
Late November and usually December. When the bright leaves are gone, but the snow hasn’t arrived.
November on the pond
December on the farm
Otherwise, New England and our valley are always in season.
The western part of Massachusetts has more pine than we in the valley. Here, we favor oak, maple, and other hardwood.
These beautiful pine trees were growing along the river in Amherst.
I love the way pine filters light and the patterns its needles make.
I feel I should mention that this may be one of the top five favorite pictures I’ve ever taken. The color of the sky, the perfection of the flowers on the branches. And all of this on the front lawn of my dentist’s office while Garry was having his teeth cleaned.
There’s always a picture waiting to be taken.