Monday, September 14, 2015


When I first moved to Switzerland, every one old me how beautiful fall would be. I waited, and yes there were beautiful yellow trees

But I'm a New Englander and I waited, in vain, for the brilliant reds. Last year as we drove from Boston to Montreal in late September, I began to catch up on the beautiful reds that I had missed out on for a couple of decades.

Driving near the Corsier grassy beach today in the rain, I saw a RED TREE.

"Stop," I yelled and explained why.

"Wouldn't you prefer it on a sunny day."

"The rain creates it own mood."

He turned the car around and I came home and made a hot cup of tea. Perfect ending for finding a red tree.

1 comment:

Jane Risdon said...

Always beautiful and this photo is lovely. Thanks.