Poor Robert Frost… ’tis not the first time I have borrowed from his poem on this blog, but the line rolls so nicely off of the tongue, and is appropriate besides.

About 2-3 weeks ago, when the temperatures were forecasted to reach 75 degrees, I suggested to hubby that we take the kayaks out after work for a last paddle of the season and enjoy some fall colors.  They got more vibrant as the evening went on.  I did nothing to touch up these brilliant shades; it was merely the effect of the setting sun.  (A lovely time was had by all… two of us.)

From the Metamora-Hadley State Recreation Area: