Between the rush of a short, busy summer and preparations for a long winter, we pause to enjoy the fiery foliage that draws visitors to our state. Though my favorite way to see fall foliage is up close--by walking or riding the horses in the woods, each year Colyn and I become tourists for a day, devoting time to soaking in the beauty of the season. When we guessed the colors were at their peak, we got out my dad's 1979 Porsche and tooled around Vermont with Penny in the back seat or sitting on my lap. We made several stops, surprising friends who lived on our route, buying soup, sandwiches, and penny candy at a country store, and revisiting old stomping grounds like the Middlebury College Snow Bowl.
It was a fun day and we expected that would be it for our 2015 leaf peeping. But several days later, we heard that the foliage in the White Mountains was spectacular, and one morning, needing a lift, I suggested we take another drive. Colyn was up for it, so we headed across northern Vermont towards Franconia, N.H. I was not prepared for what we saw. I think of the White Mountains as mostly evergreen trees, but as we drove through Franconia Notch, a scene unfolded that seemed not of this world. A vast, hilly landscape of mostly deciduous trees in a vibrant crescendo of gorgeous colors reached its arms out to us. I thought of the words from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, "aflame with divine Love," and rejoiced in this assurance of Love's presence and power.