I know that posting pictures three times in one week may give the impression that this website is veering from verbal to visual, but it was a *quintessential* New England fall weekend, and pictures are all I have to show for it. (To stay inside and write would be indicative of a diseased mind, not to mention very rude to my father, step-mother, and sister, who drove up from Pennsylvania to visit.)
The wind was Canadian, with an appeasing sun that highlighted the effulgent foliage as it peaked like a boiling tea kettle. There were pumpkins to carve, apples to pick, leaves to crush under feet and bicycles, and other seasonal delights of Autumn to enjoy as Winter sighs her nippy breath on our necks.
