Autumn Glory

When we say we live in London for the food and the weather, people tend to think we are either joking or being cruel. We are telling the truth. I now have three grandchildren, all born in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts. The first was born in July — much too hot that time of year to want to be in New England; the second was born in February — much too cold that time of year to want to be in New England. The third grandchild has hit it right — born in October, my very favourite month to be in New England. The leaves turn colour in September in the northern New England states, then the colour line moves southward week by week. This year I arrived in mid-October when our southern Massachusetts leaves were reaching their glorious colour peak. 

Our house where the elm has already shed all its leaves.

Our overgrown back field is beginning to turn

A maple at peak colour 

A mix of colours carpet my friend's deck

The view from a friend's window

My favourite shade of autumn leaves is this reddish gold

The grounds of a local cemetery

Down the street from our house

So it is true that in this one season of the year, I might rather be in New England than in old England.