Fall is a delicious pause between the heat of summer and the frosty winter ahead.
We asked our readers to share some of their fall photos, perhaps moving beyond the brilliant reds, yellows and oranges that light up the landscape. Some readers concentrated on patterns found, fields gone fallow, plants gone to seed.
Ten-year-old Cameron Couture of Derry was in pursuit of a woodpecker with his camera. Instead, he captured a frog, poking out through a swirl of leaves in a backyard pond.
Heather Garrity found beauty in an exploding milkweed pod and the unusual symmetry in a single colorful leaf.
Anne Tetrault found fall in dropping leaves and a fog-shrouded tree in Londonderry.
Now that the leaves have mostly fallen, we’re in what many New Englanders call “stick season,” when the absence of color is most striking.
From the loud calls of a flock of Canada geese passing overhead to the crunch of fallen leaves beneath the feet, autumn also is a season of noise. That includes the giggles coming from a gaggle of children playing in a pile of leaves like the one Rose Noetzel captured.
Autumn is the smell of woodsmoke, pumpkins burned by candles within, the aroma of apples being pressed into cider.
Ultimately, autumn spells the end of extended daylight and days when more time is spent outdoors than in.
Robert Browning summed it up: “Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.”
Enjoy, for winter is close behind.