Let me say I've always been a fan of Autumn. Rides in the country at this time of year evoke in me a love of all things fall and vintage. I recall a letter from author E.B. White, written to his mother as he travelled in early spring to Ohio. This is the feeling I wanted to convey to the viewers of this particular illustration 'He said: "Spring has arrived in Ohio. This is a flat state where red pigs graze in bright green fields and where farms are neat and prosperous — not like New York farms. We roll along through dozens of villages and cities whose names we never heard. [...] Toward evening the country scenes become idyllic — the sort of thing you have seen in the moving pictures and never quite believed in. Sheep come drifting up long green lawns where poplars throw interminable shadows, come drifting up and stand like statues beneath white plum blossoms, while far down the land and off in the fields a little Ford tractor moves like a snail across the furrows. Lilacs are in full bloom and the lavender ironwood blossoms are coloring all the roads." '
