While I have lived most of the past 40 years in Southern California, I grew up in southeastern Pennsylvania. When October rolls around each year, something within my Pennsylvania “Philly Boy” DNA stirs and I climb onto a plane and fly home again so I can enjoy the explosion of color, bright crisp weather and traditions that Autumn in the eastern U.S. has to offer.
Lucky for me that my daughter and her family live in the heart of the Brandywine Valley. Not only do I get to enjoy the season, but I am able to do it with Tia, Adam, Zoe and Sophie. Hayrides and a real pumpkin patch (not a lot on T.O. Blvd) are part of the bargain. This year we visited Tyler Arboretum in Media, Pennsylvania, a 650-acre woodland preserve that may have been toward the end of its autumn leaf cycle, but was nevertheless still glorious. It’s winter now and memories from the accompanying photos of the trees and foliage as they transition from red and yellow flame to winter dormancy are to me quite ethereal. I hope you enjoy them as much as Robin and I did when we experienced the beauty.
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.” —John Donne