Tag Archives: autumn


Making a New England Peach

Well into November, and with the surrounding forests already stripped bare by icy winds, an orchard of wizened peach trees clings valorously to its autumn trimmings.


On the Origins of Memorial Day

Though memorial occasions for fallen soldiers had long existed in some form, it was on the heels of Civil War that hallowed days of remembrance arose with great frequency across the American countryside.


A Bit of a Delay

Despite the warm glow of dawn as October comes to a close, icy temperatures more befitting of winter descend upon this cornfield in the hills of Western Connecticut.


Atop the Barndoor Hills

Nestled between the Barndoor Hills, stables and white-fenced pastureland of a picturesque horse ranch contrast with the expansive forests.


Quiet Store in the Quiet Corner

A scattering of pumpkins and bushels of fresh squash and gourds sit by the roadside beckoning to passersby to visit this farm store in Connecticut’s Quiet Corner.


In the Hills of Salisbury

In the 1830s, J. W. Barber described Salisbury not only as a farming community, but also as being “much celebrated for its very rich and productive iron mines”.


Pumpkins by the Thousands

Given that the treasured Connecticut Field Pumpkin is America’s traditional variety, it’s only fitting that they would enjoy a strong foothold in the Nutmeg State.


The Broadleaf Harvest

Broadleaf tobacco lives in the proverbial shadow of world-famous Connecticut shade tobacco, the two varieties forever vying for turf in the same fertile soils of the Connecticut Valley.


Waking the Shadows of Mount Tom

Despite being a fairly small lake, at only about 55 acres, Mount Tom Pond actually straddles a “tri-point” of town boundaries at Litchfield, Morris and Washington.


Secret of the Autumn Hills

Ethereal mist rises from the deep, rolling hills of the Housatonic River Valley as autumn tightens its grip upon the dark forests.


Autumn Cabbage in the Farmington Valley

Thriving cabbage crops stand as an unlikely contradiction in an otherwise stark, sleepy landscape that moves ever deeper into autumn.


Sylvan Divine

Parched maple leaves crowd an old, toppled fieldstone wall as fiery autumn light erupts through the woodland canopy before us, awakening the landscape to a pleasant warmth that grows ever-scarcer as the season wanes.