Category: Autumn

Happy Thanksgiving

Photos from an old village area within Paxton, Massachusetts

Muted Colors

The muted end-of-season colors have provided an uplifting visual treat for outdoor enthusiasts in Central Massachusetts.

Golden Day

The foliage colors were muted in Central Massachusetts earlier in October, so it was a pleasure to be immersed in golden hues with pops of red this week at Wachusett Meadow.

Fall Walk

It’s delightful to explore the common flora and fauna of Central Massachusetts on a cool autumn day.

Adult Squirrels can consume about one and a half pounds of seeds and nuts each week.

The first Dark-eyed Junco of the season.

Common Milkweed

First Fall Color

Foliage around Wachusett Meadow’s Wildlife Pond glows in the late afternoon sun.

Sumac trees, such as the one in the left of the photo, are among the first trees to change color.

A long view of the pond as the sun begins to set.

Sunflower Sunday

Bemis Farms Nursery, Spencer, MA

Golden Landscapes

The late fall continues to provide glowing opportunities for sunset photography at Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.

The Farm Pond

A Long View of the Crocker Barn

Farm Pond and Fields Beyond

You Lucky Dog

Dogs (and their humans) immerse themselves in nature at the West Boyston Rail Trail near the Wachusett Reservoir in this peak foliage season.

Golden Holden

Sugar Maple reds and oranges aren’t the only iconic autumn foliage colors in Central Massachusetts.

Small Pond, Big Colors

This pond in Holden, Massachusetts bursts with color after a rainy evening.

Big Trees, Little Houses

Homes in West Boylston, Massachusetts are enveloped in fall foliage. West Boylston’s most famous historical resident is Robert Bailey Thomas, the founder of the *Old Farmer’s Almanac*.

Causeway Heron

Eagle Lake’s causeway (a raised road or track across low or wet ground) provides opportunities to view both autumn color and wildlife.

New England Town Center

Something Told The Wild Geese

Something Told the Wild Geese    
by Rachel Field     

Something told the wild geese     
It was time to go.     
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,—‘Snow.’
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,—
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.