Connecticut looks so pretty this time of year. I haven’t taken as much advantage of its elegance as I would like, but today rode the windy roads among the yellows, oranges, reds, and rusts of the trees, to catch the end of the foliage still up high.
The intrepid Jane Austen fans in Connecticut gathered to pick apples then potluck, in commemoration of the Box Hill picnic in Emma. The day was glorious, the apples ready to be plucked, and a gentlemanly gentleman was handy to make it happen.