THE MEANING OF COLOR - Marlboro, VT

I’m not sure I ever truly understood the meaning of the word “color” until I visited New England in the fall.  To say that I was overwhelmed is an understatement; to say that it took my breath away is no exaggeration. 

I found myself surrounded by foliage had been touched with vibrant hues of an artist’s brush, magically bringing dying leaves to life. Each leaf was imbued with a unique personality, dancing in the breeze, and finally making a graceful descent to the ground.  Trees created a kaleidoscope of colors that I thought only possible in dreams. I tipped my hat to the artist.