The leaves up in our little pocket of the forest stayed green for much longer than the rest of the valley, but now, at last (and quite suddenly) it's all gone gold. And day by day they are becoming more bare.
Tomorrow I'm attempting a slightly insane four and a half hour drive (each way!) to the Duchess County Sheep and Wool Festival- aka Rhinebeck - all in the name of wool and I'm a little giddy at the thought- of the wool, not the drive.
It's funny how quickly you get used to the weather where you are. All sorts of chatter on Ravelry about it being "finally cool enough" to wear sweaters at Rhinebeck, and I'm thinking "finally warm enough" to NOT wear a jacket.