
In Maine, winter hasn’t really ended until the skiers fade, and the daffodils explode. Looks like we’re just about there.

In Maine, winter hasn’t really ended until the skiers fade, and the daffodils explode. Looks like we’re just about there.

The peak of the fall foliage is fading, but we loved every single moment. For some reason, perhaps the wet summer, the spectacle was a bit less stunning this year — a bit more brown, a bit less color.
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Leaves get raucous before the raking begins.




And the last of the garden is, or has been, harvested.

So ends the growing season in Maine.

It’s hard to compete with the spectacular colors on the trees this time of year, but the bittersweet vine is fearless. And triumphant.

You’ll find it growing wild in woodland settings all over Maine. As well as decorating shops and homes.

It appears that the two varieties are hard to tell apart, except that the Oriental Bittersweet is thought to be ‘invasive,’ and the ‘native’ American Bittersweet is thought to be more timid.

Either one can steal the show.