Connecticut in October…

I’m in Connecticut and being seduced by the glorious New England fall–the colors, the sun, the blue skies, the cool air, the endless green fields bordered by by tall trees and deep woods. Thank heavens I lived in Vermont for the 17 years that I did–otherwise, I would likely fall into the dream and move here, only to wake up in January and wonder “what happened?”  The way it seems in October has nothing to do with the way it seems in January–at least in New England. I must remember to repeat this as a mantra for as long as I’m here.