These past six days I have been in Pécs in the southwestern part of Hungary, giving three presentations to the university students. The three-hour bus trip over rolling plains and into the Mescek Hills revealed that autumn is seriously upon us. Most of the colors were various shades of yellow, orange, mahogany, with a few red sugar maples scattered here and there. It was a gentle and lovely reminder of home, even if the Adirondack vibrancy was not present. I was still surrounded by great energizing brisk air and lovely hillsides. When I spotted a red maple outside my hotel, I had to photograph it.
On a similar note, shortly into October on my way to work at 8 a.m., I discovered that the multiple flower beds in Veszprém were being ripped up. Oh, no! I had been choosing my paths down hills, around corners, through winding green spaces to see the amazing flower beds everywhere--and now they were being raked smooth with heaps of vegetation in bundles for a recycling bin. I was disconsolate for several days. I should have known. Less than a week later, teams of women were planting clumps of perky pansies in patterns (a là Highland Park) all over the city. I had been saved. Colorful flowers prevailed.