Norway maple gleaming golden

The neighborhood sugar maples have largely lost their reddish orange leaves, but the Japanese maple in our front yard has burst into flame, and the Norway maples in our backyard are glowing golden against a backdrop of pine boughs. In autumn, trees bloom and ripen like flowers in a well-planned garden, with each species turning in turn.

As above, so below

Today has been unseasonably warm and humid, a day that seems almost eerily out of step with the natural order of things. Many of the remaining leaves came down in last night’s wind and rain, which means the ground is carpeted with a fresh layer of leaves that are nearly as colorful as those still clinging to the trees: as above, so below.

This is my Day 18 contribution to NaBloPoMo, or National Blog Posting Month, a commitment to post every day during the month of November: thirty days, thirty posts.



Today it’s gray, chilly, and damp–a quintessentially Melvillean day–so I’m glad I snapped this photograph last week, when the neighborhood was on fire with autumn foliage.

Among thorns

Just when I think the autumn landscape couldn’t get any lovelier, something unexpected catches fire.

Oaks in glory

There is a noticeable succession of color in New England in the fall. The brilliant oranges and reds come first, and then the foliage deepens and darkens into brown and burnished gold: autumn’s bronze age.


Despite last weekend’s snow and wind, not all the trees have lost their autumn leaves.