As fall creeps on toward early winter the upper story trees have lost much of their foliage while some smaller trees and shrubs still show some green chlorophyll of summer or are just now coming into brilliant displays of gold and purply reds. This old flood plain along the North East River at the edge of town - long ago the tilled field of the Green Mansion, then in the early 1900s 'the ball field' for the early days of local baseball and then giving way during the years of WW II to the 'saw mill' where seemingly night and day they turned trees into rough planking for building everything from munition plants to tract homes around the county - shows this last stage of Autumn.
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