Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Vermont Exposed!!!!

Our friend Dorothy has been taunting us with her photographs of autumn in Vermont. Here in Tennessee we are still using air conditioning, even at night. It's doubtful life is quite as idyllic as it seems there (how could it be?), but the pictures are like a brief rest stop in my day.

So I was devastated when last week's issue of The New Yorker arrived. There on the cover was the ugly truth, exposing the seamy underside of autumn in Vermont. Say it ain't so, Dorothy!


(The white blobs are where I tore the label off.)

Go to my comments section if you need a clue.

8 comments:

Jane Ann said...

If you can't figure it out, and can't zoom in on the largest crop duster plane, I will tell you that painted on the side of it are the words: Vermont Tourism.

Anonymous said...

What an interesting cover! We don't get "autumn" where I live. We have few ersatz trees that turn a muddy red, but that's about it.

Anonymous said...

Well, another fairy tale bites the dust! Uh...wonder if the local crop dusters could load some of that glorious color for our own rather dusty foliage? :)

Dorothy said...

Aw, it ain't so. Would be great if it happened that fast, but the dear leaves take their sweet time. It makes people stay longer. ;o)

sophie said...

I expected to see *some* New England fall color when I was in Massachusetts last week and encountered ... none. Happily the leaves are going wild at home, so I returned to many beautiful gold and crimson vistas. I LOVE Autumn.

Jules said...

Leave it to the New Yorker... Too funny. What's even funnier is that you decided to explain the joke. My friend Alison and I sit by the pool in the summer laughing at the New Yorker. So many people just don't get it.

debraspincic said...

That's really pretty funny!

I was lamenting to Wes yesterday that we just don't get much of a fall here when all my blogging buddies are posting such nice pictures. It's making me feel gyped!

I did buy a black purse the other day--my official signal that fall is here. Last night I wore black capri pants to a golf tournament dinner, so I guess the season has changed.

Jane Ann said...

Now Jules, just because I explained the joke does not mean I think this bunch isn't sharp enough to get it! It took me a moment to notice what was on the side of the plane when I looked at the cover, and I know the picture size prohibits you all from reading it at all.

Gotta love The New Yorker. Mother gave me a New Yorker desk calendar for Christmas and I told her I couldn't think of a nicer gift: a grin a day for a year. (But sometimes Don and I have to explain them to each other!!)