September in the Berkshires

Once I finished all my many years of school so that September no longer meant the onset of anxiety, it became one of my favorite months of the year.  Except for the 10 years we lived in Tucson when September was simply dispiriting because the heat didn't break like I was in the habit of expecting as a northerner.  No, after Labor Day temperatures in the desert southwest continued along in the high 90˚s or even 100˚s for at least another 6-8 weeks.

But here in the North Country, September suddenly smells like fall.  The nights get chilly, the stars get further away in the sky, and the fields go from green to gold.  Since it's still officially summer, September likes to surprise you with an 80˚ day, like today.  A last hot hurrah.  So we harnessed up the dog and took to the Ashuwillticook Rail Trail for a good long walk.  And I brought my camera.