We were staying at a small bed & breakfast in the mid-Hudson River Valley this week when we found out--on our last day there, of course...

That chill in the air? The scent of wood burning in someone's fireplace? The flame bushes in front of the library turning red? The squir...

This week has been typical pre-autumnal fare in New England. A tropical day followed by a sweatshirt day followed by a knee-high rubber boot...