I grew up in south Florida and have spent most of my adult life in Houston, so experiencing fall in Maine is a special treat. As many of you have said, fall means cooler temperatures and changing leaves. While that is true, fall is much more than that to me.
Fall is fields of wild blueberries glowing brilliantly under a shining sun before slumbering for the winter.
Fall is pumpkins of every size, shape and texture.
Fall is watching the harbor as one by one boats disappear until there are just a few whose hearty owners will brave a few more cool afternoon sails.
Fall is watching lobster boats go out later in the morning and return with traps, a sure indication lobstering is coming to an end.
Fall is hydrangea trees with blooms that change from white to dramatic pink in their final weeks
and bushes holding on as long as possible to their Endless Summer beauty.
Fall is wood cut and stacked to keep winter fires burning.
Fall is wearing warm clothing and taking walks in the woods
and marveling over nature’s beauty.
Fall is having my breath taken away by the drama of sunsets which change from summer pastel to rich, deep tones that color both sky and water.
Most of all fall is taking in the wonder of all that is around me and wishing that it did not signal the end of the time we spend in Maine each year.
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind