Fiery Maple

…it’s that time again in New England ~ Days are shorter, nights longer and chillier, and the wind brings with it that familiar smell of Autumn’s arrival. I tend to linger longer on perfect days like this one as I know there will be few more to come ~ No radio today as I love the sound of the rustling leaves scattering along the roadside. The squirrels darting across the road with a mouthful in a last-ditch effort to stockpile before winter’s inevitable arrival. I spot the “Apples – Next Right” sign and it becomes official. Fall has arrived.