Not quite New England

In a recent blog post I mentioned the Vermont Terry Bear Factory. Now it keeps coming up on my Facebook page.

Although I recently considered financing the cost of a new generator, I did not get as far as applying for a loan, but merely discussing it must surely be the reason I have lately been assaulted with calls from companies keen to lend me money.

How does one pull the plug on something like this? Eventually I suppose they will give up and go torture another victim, although there is one company who contacts me regularly, addressing me as Aron, usually in text messages, but sometimes they get my voicemail. Carolyn it says, not Aron. Makes no difference.

For a while I set up my phone to block calls from unknown numbers but sometimes such calls are legitimate and when I was expecting to hear from medical providers once, I released the block. As unwanted calls come in, I block the number, but they just use another.

What a world.

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As expected, the sugar maple lost many of its leaves during the storm.

It was still very grey on Tuesday when we went to Clifton Park, so the photos I took on the way were not inspiring.

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But when I saw this one I decided to post it because it looks (to me anyway) so much like a small, fluffy dog on a lead. An out of control creeper, I suppose.

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On a grey morning, the corn field was particularly bright.

Farmers have begun to cut the corn. It is always such a startling change and while it’s good to have the view opened up, it takes getting used to the look of bleak, empty fields.

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My attempts to capture other images were unsatisfactory, but on the way home we stopped at Tractor Supply to pick up bird seed, which is where this lovely tree stands.

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We went across the road to Hannaford’s and while Grant did the shopping, I kept busy.

These trees deserve so much better than to be in the busy parking lot of a shopping centre, but they do cheer it up briefly at this time of year.

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After such a grey morning, it was nice to find the trees looking so cheerful.

And on foot, I was able to get a proper look.

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From Greenwich, we took the scenic route.

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It passes up over a hill where the trees were turning deep orange.

The richness of the colours this year is quite wonderful.

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From there we followed the road through golden woods.

Every year I remind myself that while I shall miss the thick foliage, there is a loveliness to the winter woods and the stark, naked trees.

For now, we embrace the sheer beauty of Fall in not quite New England.

(New York is not in New England, but Vermont is and we are a few miles from the state line.)

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