The tree color this Fall has been something out of the tales we tell for a lifetime.  I met Quinn and Frankie over across the state at their family property.  The house was built in 1907 where the family farmed.  Now its alone and waiting for someone in the family to come make it a home again.  It’s quite an amazing spot; high up on the hill overlooking a very large pond, rolling fields and apple trees in the back.  It makes you think to when someone planted those trees so many decades ago, and here are just a few left, still producing fruit for the great, great grandchildren to pick and share with their love.