Two weeks before the foliage begins to glow, the tour buses filled with senior citizens start showing up on our country roads. I feel bad for those early arrivals who don't get to see New Hampshire at her finest. But then I think that no matter where they come from, they are witnessing landscapes much prettier than what they look at every day.
This year the leaves faced a summer-long drought, and it showed. Not as many of the fiery red sugar maples stealing the show. The build-up was slow, but once everything peaked, the literal fall happened nearly overnight. And that was even before our flooding rainstorm.
Now, besides a few remaining pockets of maple trees, the beech leaves glow electric green and yellow. My how they sing in contrast to the thinning forest.
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