the 50 varieties just as they come, in their most natural form.on hues of brass. And right nearby, Sunrise Ruffalo’s select, His favorite is the Topaz—complex, tangy, perfect for eatingultra-trendy range features Matthew Solomon’s ceramic as is. But there’s no use trying to find them in his orchards.daffodil candlesticks that look like bronze. Slumbering nature He grows so few of them that he doesn’t even sell them. has molded all the colors of the surroundings. Season Wood A tapestry reminiscent of Sonia Delaunay: red, pink, carmine,What the topographic maps don’t reveal is that nature doesn’t honey, chestnut, sandy, raspberry, oxblood, fir, purple, lemon.need peaks and lookout points to cast its spells. The trees The seasons continue to overlap. But it’s clear that there’s muchbend over the asphalt, barely parting enough to let the road more to this superimposition. The seasons are actually enviousthrough. All you have to do is drive to experience a kind of of one another, and don’t want to let go. The people fromtraveling shot daubed in russet, streaked with rose and black. around here have come to terms with it. This is why, no doubt,Sometimes trees like these are taken for granted. By planting a few apples are still hanging in the trees in Chizzola’s orchards,her small boutique on the Delaware River, its windows facing although the lion’s share has already been squirreled awaythe Pennsylvania dales (making it perhaps one of the loveliest for winter. New York families like to come up here on Sundaysstore views in the world), Pamela Mayer opted for a minimalist to pick their fruit themselves. As late as possible, as well, in a formlook. Her husband, an eco-conscious architect, designed the of denial, as if to bring summer back to life if only for a day.fitting rooms in wooden planks, naturally. Rust Water Rust seems to have washed away most of the other colors inThe shingled houses in the Catskills may look a bit isolated in this neck of the world. There are even maps and observatoriestheir forest surroundings, yet the role of the community should for watching the impressionist shifts in color as the foliagenever be underestimated. For 20 years, Sunrise Ruffalo and her changes on the slopes. The various shades are documented andhusband have been involved in protecting rivers, eagles and “one mapped—here, the flamboyant swaths of the mountain of the cleanest waters in the United States.” This means protest- will veer to red, then brown, and farther along, orange. This ising, promoting clean energies and sourcing objects from local fall foliage, and the same geographers will be marveling incraftspeople for her design shop. It’s basically the same wherever a few months’ time over the cherry blossoms in Japan. you go in the area. Chizzola left New York, abandoning his career Experts of all kinds—Instagrammers, gawkers, contemplativeas a fashion photographer to become a farmer. He’s restoring an types, hikers—all have the same goal, sharing advice and tipsabandoned apple orchard, raising chickens that produce wonder- on how to find the most breathtaking vistas. It’s no surpriseful golden eggs for Manhattan’s chic pastas, keeping bees and that the rust slowly makes its way into the towns, and that thetransforming the tangle at the edge of the vegetable garden into gold in Melissa Easton’s jewelry sold at Pamela Mayer takesa maple orchard, alongside a clear stream. You have to have had your fill of city life before taking this kind of plunge— getting back to the land for the common good. When heading Paper up the Hudson, Leaving New York to reinvent your life requires a fewprerequisites. At Deer Mountain Inn, the digital age hasbeen kept at bay. Upstairs, there are board games and New Yorkers felt billiards for long winter evenings. Books, notebooks andcoloring books are on sale on the ground floor. The senseof touch is making a comeback. Life is more material, yet the urge to tap remains connected, but only to the strict minimum. Onthe other side of the Hudson, in Woodstock, there’s aman who swears only by paper. His satirical illustrations into an ancestral and caricatures feature on covers of The New Yorker.“I like the tactile aspect of the black line, taking it for experience, rediscover a walk, and seeing where it takes me, as Paul Klee used to say,” says John Cuneo. His drawings are filled with people transmogrified into bears, frogs and deer, while the raw material. autumn leaves fill the pages. And when you look at his palette of watercolors, you can almost see the shimmering melancholic echoes of the woods, right outside. 153