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FOLIAGE!!!

 Between being sick and the holidays  and lots of STUFF on my plate, I haven't posted in ten days. I hope to start posting more regularly again, now that I don't sound like a tubercular  bum sleeping on a subway bench.



Growing up, there was a maple tree at the end of our block that always turned scarlett at some point in August. It was always incredibly beautiful to see that tree turn color but it also made me sad because I knew that summer vacation would soon be coming to an end.


Since I moved to New York, every fall I crave seeing good foliage. The years that I don't get to see at least a bit of orange or scarlett I feel out of sorts. Yesterday we made plans to go visit the Jersey Shore with our friends Alfie and Judy. They were going to drive us in their car. Yesterday was one of those days when every road from the Bronx (where our friends live) and Manhattan was blocked off because of one or another bike race or road race or street fair. Instead, we took the subway to the Bronx and instead of heading south to the Jersey Shore we headed north to Cold Spring. Cold Spring is an adorable town on the shores of the Hudson. The town itself is jam packed with cute shops,






restaurants and cafes. We chose to walk by the river.





This yea,r at least, I got my fill of good fall foliage.














As an added bonus it was truly balmy yesterday.




































We ate a small very late lunch and then headed home. Our trip up to Cold Spring took about an hour. 
I guess that most of New York decided to spend a balmy Sunday in the country so the trip home took four hours.









I suppose we could have gotten cranky about the traffic.


Instead, we were all four of us, pretty Zen about the the delays.


I'm happy that I got my dose of excellent fall foliage for the year.

Comments

  1. Hi Sarah,
    Thanks for the pics of Cold Spring. My roommate in NYC back in the day was from Cold Spring. I spent many weekends up there. It was so pretty in the fall.
    Sheila in SC

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