|Saturday Morning in New Hampshire at Mom's|
For the past few years The Missus Herself and Yours Truly have made the trip up north to visit my mother on the weekend before her birthday. For the past three years this has coincided with the Apple Festival in the town where I came of age. It's something to do when the air begins to have a hint of winter in it and the leaves are turning.
Of course, this year The Missus Herself is out west with The WSO and the newest member of our tribe so I opted to make the trip all by myself. While I don't mind, much, traveling by myself, it's better if my better half is along. Makes the miles go by faster somehow to have company on the journey.
While I do know the way to Madame Mère's house, this time I hooked up the old Garmin. She sometimes will pick an odd route and then I get to argue with her. (Her? Why yes, The Nuke set her mother's Garmin to have a lady's voice. And yes, they both get upset when I refer to the Garmin as "Bitching Betty." It's tradition ya know.) Again, makes the miles go faster although the other drivers are certainly convinced that I'm an absolute loon.
C'est la vie!
I had originally planned to leave at noon on Friday, working only a half day. On Thursday I informed my boss that I had changed my mind and would be coming in not at all on Friday. If that last bit puzzles you (syntactically that is), don't feel alone. That's how I phrased it with my boss. I do believe that I am prone to verbal dyslexia and will occasionally jumble the words in a sentence. They're all there, just not in the right order.
"As to Friday I will be coming in not at all."
Puzzled look as the boss parses the sentence. The light dawns as to what I meant as opposed to what I said and he says, "Okay. By the way, when did you start speaking like Yoda?"
I awakened Friday to a warm and partially overcast sky. There was rain in the forecast, I was hoping I wouldn't see it before I got to Mom's house. My hopes were dashed as I headed west on the Mohawk Trail (what we call Route 2 through the Commonwealth of Massachusetts) as small drops of liquid began to hit the windshield.
When I got off that highway onto the smaller road wending its way to the border with New Hampshire it started raining in a very serious manner. The cloud deck was nearly at hilltop height and the mist was down in the trees as the autumn rain pounded my vehicle, the road and everything else in sight.
As I got further north I could see that the foliage was headed towards its peak. But with the lowering skies and the deluge around me it was all against a soggy grayish background. While not without a certain beauty, the colors of the leaves were muted, not dull just not as vibrant as they would be if it were sunny.
Saturday I got my wish. The day dawned bright and clear and remained that way the rest of the weekend.
The foliage was incredible, the sky so blue and the company sublime.
Much laughter ensued, much excellent food was consumed and I developed quite a fondness for Sam Adam's Octoberfest beer.
It ended all too quickly but the memory remains. It was an excellent weekend. Most excellent indeed.
|A perfect morning in October.|
|The venue for the Apple Fest, which was well attended. My old junior high is nestled back there.|
|Heading for the orchard. I grew up in the shadow of that mountain.|
|Vermont country road.|
|A common sight in Vermont - "Posted" - keeps the hunters away. Most of the time.|
|Some of the apple trees at the orchard. There are literally thousands of 'em!|
|Country scene at the orchard. I wish I could share the smell with you. Fall in Vermont!|
|Same shot, pulled back a piece. The camera doesn't do justice to those distant mountains.|
|A riot of color. This is somewhat muted compared to some years. But not bad for such a dry summer.|
|There's something about a stand of birch. Especially with that backdrop.|
|Tourists headed out into the orchard. When I was a kid we did that all the time with my Grampa Ray.|
|The blue skies of Vermont.|
|Walkin' down a country road...|
|View behind the dam. Somewhere in those woods me and a buddy built a bunker of sorts, more of a dugout really. A place to hang out, far from the madding crowd.|
|This flock of pigeons at the dam were fun to watch. They too were enjoying the day.|
"My" mountain. We once chased a cloud above her summit. Dipping and weaving through the sky much like those pigeons.
A long, long time ago.
|A nearby hill, the light tower is visible just to the left of the peak. At night the hills all have their twinkling red lights. Well, there is an airport nestled among those hills.|
|The sheer joy of life.|
|The sky goes on forever.|
|The airport, just beyond the trees. Back in the day there were two A-26s parked there. We boys figured out how to get inside. It was a while before the airport staff was on to our game!|
|The glory of the sun in a New England sky.|
|The hills of my boyhood.|
|Back at Mom's. These trees are next to her backyard.|
|The blue of the sky, the red and gold of the maples. My homeland.|