Fall is lovely in Ithaca. It is a celebration of crisp and cool air, a much needed reprieve from the summer heat. It is the anticipation of winter, often with a tinge of anxiety for what is to come.
The changing season also brings crimson color to the hillsides and the beginning of decay to the fields. We have been exploring many of these areas that have been made accessible to the public, carved away from farmland and made into walking trails. This land is near our house, about 10 minutes by car, and we only discovered it by biking past one day. I think it is new as I cannot find the name online. Ithaca is full of beautiful hidden treasures, like little gems to be uncovered.