Indiana in the Fall

I remember one year going to Indiana in the fall. It was early yet so the trees were still in the midst of changing. It was a lovely combination of colors. Brilliant greens that had yet to give way to the fall change amidst the bright oranges, reds, and yellows of the changing trees.  We drove one day, down to Nashville, Indiana, a small picturesque town about an hour south of Indianapolis. For me, visiting this small town was much like stepping onto the set of Gilmore Girls (a favorite show of mine). I stood on the gazebo and observed people moving about with cameras, busily catching the images. I remember hearing the church bells chime the hour in a singsong melody. Vivid flower pots teeming with flowers mixed in with fall decoration and hay bales. 

I stood with my mom, who is also a fan of Gilmore Girls, and laughed with her on how we almost expected certain characters to come bustling across the center of town. Perhaps, Lorelai would go racing toward the diner for yet another cup of coffee. Maybe Rory and Lane would walk up onto the Gazebo and sit for a chat. I joked with mom that I almost expected Taylor Doose to come running up when we hovered over a plaque commemorating the first public water pump for the town. We paused to take a picture on the gazebo, mom and I, to commemorate that moment in time. Mother and daughter, much like the show we enjoyed, relaxing, having fun in this small town that was just bursting with charm. It was such an enjoyable and memorable day. Certainly a place that’s marked on my list for another visit. Perhaps, I’ll go when it’s off season, find a small B&B. Who knows maybe I’ll run into a few unique characters then too?