We’ve Hit Peak Fall Foliage in Maine

Just a few moments ago, I was in the back yard walking around. I had to run back inside to grab my camera. The beauty of the day insisted upon it. Boy, it sure is nice out there. Not many days like this per year, so we better enjoy them while they’re here.

The leaves began changing a few weeks ago. At this point, I’d say we’re directly in the middle of the process. There aren’t many green ones left and I’m starting to see bare branches. Those are mostly on the ash trees. Those always go first.

I like to repeat myself to Laura at least once per year. I tell her that I like fall when it’s half-way done. I don’t enjoy looking at the beginning of the season because half of the leaves are still green with the other half colorful. I like it when half of the leaves are colorful and the other half are gone. I’d say that’s going to happen next week sometime.

Here are a few more photos from the back yard. Nothing special, as I was just standing right outside the back door.

By far, the brightest leaves are on the maples. Then come the birch, followed by the poplar. The ash basically turn brown and fall off somewhere in between. There’s a pretty good diversity up here, but definitely, without these maples, there wouldn’t be nearly as much color.

In Connecticut, we had fairly dismal autumns. There were tons and tons of oak trees that had leaves that went from green straight to brown. And then they hung on their branches until spring. Sure, there were maples and the rest, but the oaks outnumbered them by far.

Strange to think that I could be shoveling snow in a month. Or next week. It’s happened.