I saw saw something unusual this weekend.
Saturday I left my temporary covid home at my parents’ farm and I crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains to visit my sister and her family.
I passed small towns, small shops and drove on narrow lanes.
And as I passed through these usually empty places, I saw something I almost never see out in the country…
After all, out here in the Virginia mountains, there are no ancient monuments…
And no beaches nearby…
Nothing to attract families with cameras.
But for two weeks every fall, something happens all along the East Coast, from Maine to Georgia, that brings the people from the cities out to the country for a weekend drive.
And that is, the fall foliage.
Entire mountains are covered in the most spectacular colors.
Bright reds, yellows and oranges.
It really is lovely.
And as I drove through Shenandoah National Park yesterday, I thought about sharing this amazing sight with you.
So I took a picture of the fall foliage.
Now here’s the picture I wanted to take:
Thank you, Google images.
(images.google.com, search: “fall foliage in Virginia”)