A walk in the woods will be spiced with little pockets of brightness, each bend in the path offering a new tone or shade that asks to be seen. And our ashes, walnuts, and locusts seem to become physically lighter as they shift to the color of spring honey. We can see it in the privets, whose leaves go dark, just the leaf tips dipped in gold. Virginia creeper will flush in blazing pink, and the deep, rich, glossy purples of the tupelos will ring the ponds. Look closely and our colors show in the glistening reds of the poison ivy and the muted ones of the blueberry understory, the tans of marsh grasses, and the swamp maples in reds, oranges, and yellows. We do not get the intensity of the hardwood forests here on the Cape. It is an uproar of chromatic celebration. Sometimes a single leaf will express the rainbow’s variety. There are shocking purples here and there.
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A friend sent me a picture last week taken on a hike in a New Hampshire forest, showing off a full spectrum of reds, some with an apex of deep orange, or fading down to a rich yellow. The result: an abstract masterpiece in pointillism.
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Entire hillsides will look like a kindergarten class was given a thousand tubes of paint and invited to run free and make something beautiful. If you drive north and inland today, up through the valleys and mountains of New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine, you will see this tie-dye landscape at its loudest. Just three weeks ago, this hillside was covered in variations of green. The hardwoods display a world of color not visible to our eyes during the growing season. An image from the White Mountains of New Hampshire taken just last week.
“I have arrived in the coolest place in the universe,” you might think. A few short months later, after just a couple of cool nights, the entire landscape shifts into a fiery explosion of a million multi-colored leaves. If you were to arrive here on this planet from somewhere else in, say, late June, you would see a world of green foliage. Why wouldn’t they? But pause for a moment. The first tree to show its hidden colors, this maple seems to burst into flames after one cool night. (Photo by Kai Potter) This is wild! A coral bark Japanese maple. In one day, almost overnight it seems, the leaves are suddenly a bright new color. But on that day, it didn’t feel familiar at all: As I came over a small rise in the road I saw a stand of maple trees, their bark smooth and pale, branches long and slender, reaching out over the road, and their leaves beginning to transition from the rich green of summer to the buttery yellows they will wear through the fall. I was driving the other day on a back road, winding my way out toward the ocean, and I saw something I’ve seen many times before.
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