At last. The annual turning of the leaves has begun in Lawrence. Color me excited.
I like cruising around town and pulling over when I see something that strikes my fancy. Last week I met a couple walking their dog. "Isn't this a grand specimen?" the man remarked, as he reached over to touch the trunk. Then he went on to tell me about a couple of other spots in town where the maples were about to reach their peak color. Fellow leaf lovers are good people.
Before I die, I swear I am going to rent a pope-mobile and driver up to Vermont in October. Maybe combine it with a trip to the Rhinebeck sheep and wool festival. Then we'll stay at a cabin in the woods with a big fireplace and couches for reading and napping after we take hikes, where we might get lost, but only for a little bit.