It’s full summer in the our valley. Green is the color. Of everything, except the flowers, the cars, and houses.
The depth of the greenness is intense. It reflects in the streams, grows as lichen up the boulders that line the fields.
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.
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?
March and April. After the snow is gone, but before the leaves and flowers appear.
Late November and usually December. When the bright leaves are gone, but the snow hasn’t arrived.
Otherwise, New England and our valley are always in season.