Let the Color Changing Begin

Underhill, VT

On my lunch break I bike to this road and back.

When I bike up the road a few hundred yards and turn around, I almost always sigh at the lovely sight before me, whatever time of year. I envy the people whose house abuts this view (although the marsh probably breeds mosquitoes and flooding). Today there were two cars of people stopping to take pictures. I read that we are about a week behind peak foliage, and I believe it – normally the world is on fire when I go to Tunbridge, and instead it’s just starting to spark.

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