So I had a post all ready, about how Paul and I got away for a day to celebrate our anniversary last week. We took time to enjoy the lovely October weather that New England serves up. I had planned on writing about how it has been made clear to me lately just how much I take fall in Connecticut for granted, how having seen 32 beautifully colored autumns in New England has made me complacent and not aware of how extraordinarily beautiful this state can really be. It’s all true. That was my plan.
We were reminded of how fickle weather can be along the Eastern seaboard.
Still, we had a great weekend. The weather was fantastic, the colors saturated and resplendent. Things look a little different outside our window today. Hurricane Sandy is on her way, and we’ve done what we could to prepare.
Until then, some photos from a week ago, of fall in New England at its best.
Stay safe, warm, and dry, East coasters.
“That time of year thou mayest in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.”