COLORS AND REFLECTIONS OF THE BERKSHIRES

The colors of Fall must be one of the compensations of impending winter, the ever shortening days. The myth of Persephone, like all the myths is an ambiguous story of sadness and joy.

There are some very practical events that must occur to have brilliant colors. Plenty of rain mixed with sun in the summer in order to have rich leaves. A brisk cooling to kill the chlorophyll, then cool dry weather thereafter.

The rain was pouring down all day followed by strong wind, which blew most of the leaves off the trees.Not the best leaf peeping season. but a pleasure non-the-less.

RANGE OF WEATHER

The rain moved through during the night. The wind took most of the leaves from the trees. Cool, crisp fall air greeted us in the morning. I thought a photograph from the top of Mount Greylock of the fall colors would be nice. No sooner did we start up the mountain than the weather started to change. Light rain with a rainbow, the fog, or low clouds depending on your definition closed off the view. But most surprising of all was the snowstorm at the top. So much for making plans. Once back on the lowlands, the sun filled the day.

The stories of Naumkeag, The Mount, Walker Brook, will follow.