It is mid-October. To any New Englander, this means leaf-peeping season. Hoardes of tourists drive from all over to view the blazing golds, oranges, reds and browns of the fall leaves.
While I savor this time of year for the leaves, I would be remiss to leave out other colors of nature that are right out my back door.
There is something warm and comforting about finding these last hold-outs of color before the world falls into a deep hibernation under blankets of white snow.