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






Photographs taken with a bridge camera journaling nature and everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
Category: Seasons










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.







A perfect early fall day for canoeing (or perhaps just resting on a log) at Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.







Pumpkins take center stage each year at Bemis Farms Nursery with an engaging and interactive experience for the whole family. The Pumpkin Path leads to games for children as well as Halloween themed displays.









































An Eastern Meadowlark, which is becoming rarer in many parts of Massachusetts, visited the Audubon Sanctuary recently.





Zen inspired elements enhance my winter garden.







A combination of ice, sleet and snow created a shimmering yard this morning.










Snow won’t deter these hardy creatures from finding a tasty meal.





















The recently painted mural inside the railroad tunnel is in stark contrast to the ice just feet away.












Photos from a winter walk at Mass Audubon Wildlife Sanctuary in Princeton, MA,








Wachusett Mountain Ski Area, Princeton, MA






A winter walk along the winding road to St. Joseph’s Abbey during the Omicron upsurge.































The traditionally white colonial architecture of Hardwick, MA (population 2,667) , punctuated by fieldstone walls, is especially picturesque after a snowfall.





A tunnel on the Mass Central Rail Trail provides a surprising sight for both art and nature lovers.















Milkweed shimmers in the afternoon sun at Wachusett Meadow.




Photographs from a return visit to the Mass Central Rail Trail.








Autumnal lily pads dance within and over the Wildlife Pond.




An autumn stroll on one of the Mass Central Rail Trail’s fifty-one miles of linear park.





“Wachusett” is an Algonquin word meaning “mountain place”. Wachusett Mountain in Princeton, MA has been a popular destination for hikers, skiers and sightseers for centuries. Local tribes, such as the Nipmucs, camped here. In the nineteenth century, Henry David Thoreau explored this mountain and described his visit in one of his journals.








The vegetation surrounding the Beaver Wetlands is bursting with gold, orange and crimson this week.




The foliage in Central Massachusetts is becoming more brilliant each day. Swamp maples surrounding the beaver lodge at Wachusett Wildlife Sanctuary are nearly at peak color.
Meanwhile, the juvenile Great Blue Heron featured in the previous post is still roaming the sanctuary. It seems in no rush to migrate, perhaps because of the warm weather this week.










Vibrant ponds and the sight of a Great Blue Heron stepping out across the meadow combined to make a memorable fall hike at Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.







The clever combination of pumpkins and corn perplexes and delights in this inventive architectural seasonal “home” design.









Brookfield Orchards has served generations of Central Massachusetts residents during its one hundred and two year history.







From apples to zinnias: visitors can choose from a wide variety of tasty treats in my garden this week.





Out with the old, and in with the new: a turtle sheds its shell.




Glistening Ruby-throated hummingbirds will be heading south for the winter soon.






Late August meadows in New England foretell the bold autumn tree colors yet to come.







Increased monarch butterfly activity is a sign of fall at Mass Audubon’s Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary.











Pink is a-poppin’ in my garden this week.










It’s marigold time in my garden.








I grew up in a rural town in Western Massachusetts, where a large patch of bee balm featured prominently in our garden each summer. One day an elderly couple, complete strangers, stopped their car to ask my father what the fiery red blooms in the garden were.
“It’s bee balm, a perennial. Would you like some?”
He dug up a clump for the pair to take to their summer home at the edge of town.
A few days later, the couple reappeared with a box of children’s books. They were retired teachers, who had noticed my siblings and me playing in the yard.
“We have collected so many books over the years, and since we are retired, we don’t need them. Would your children like some?” they asked my father.
That summer, and for many summers thereafter, the couple brought boxes of books of a variety of genres. Some were almost new; some were gently worn. Each box was a thoughtful gift.
The sight of bee balm might bring thoughts of insects, bright flower petals in a salad, or perhaps herbal tea to most people.
But me? I simply think of books.








A meadow is an area with shallow ground water that allows grasses and wildflowers to flourish. Meadows support a wide range flora and fauna that could not thrive in other habitats, including flowers for native bees and other pollinators.
A recent ramble through this habitat at Mass Audubon’s Wachusett Meadow enabled me to study and appreciate the flowers and grasses up close. In turn, three common meadow creatures kept an eye on me as I walked.





For more information visit: https://www.massaudubon.org/get-outdoors/wildlife-sanctuaries/wachusett-meadow
To learn more about meadow habitats, visit http://www.magnificentmeadows.org.uk/conserve-restore/importance-of-meadows
The Mountain Laurel is native to the eastern United States, and was first recorded in America in 1624.























The easy-to-grow and fragrant lilac was brought from Europe to New England by the early colonists. Today this “Queen of Shrubs” is ubiquitous in Massachusetts.
Better Homes and Gardens notes that:
“Lilacs are known for their hardy nature and long lives—many lilac shrubs live to be more than 100 years old. Because of their life span, they often survive longer than the home of the gardener that planted them. So, if you’re on a country road and see a few seemingly-random lilac bushes, there was most likely a house or farm there in the last century.”



