It's not just the blazing reds and gold and yellow and orange of the leaves that make it so beautiful, although those colors are the "money shot" for many and the draw for many to journey here to see foliage in Vermont.
How can one explain the sensation of standing outside watching strong winds whip leaves off trees, into the air and onto the ground? Or explain standing in a vortex of wind and leaves?
How do you describe that particularly delicious smell of fallen leaves? And then describe how that smell is different in the rain or sun? Then add in the first whiff of wood smoke. And the scent of freshly split logs.
How can the feeling of crunching through fallen leaves be explained to someone who can't hear it and feel the leaves yield beneath their feet?
How can you describe the sound of leaves falling?
Or how about how the blue of the sky changes in hue from August to September and again in October and November?
The colors are spectacular -- no doubt about it -- but then there's everything else about fall. Sometimes missed in the obsession over the moment of "peak foliage" is the grandeur of the entire season.
Peak foliage is every day of autumn. Every day is its own gift and every day offers its own beauty.
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