Fall in New England
It’s here! Almost. The grass is drying out, leaves are tipped with red, some are already bright yellow, and even though it’s still hot and sunny, I’m so ready. Ready for my first fall in New England!!!! I love every season, the changes, the newness that each one ushers in. Different menus and cravings and clothes and activities. Even fall, this season of death is so beautiful to me. I’ve lived all over the U.S. and experienced fall in all its beauty, except for fall in New England. It sounds so quaint and idyllic, doesn’t it?
And I’m ready for it. Bring on the small town with charming old homes and buildings, the white church steeple towering above, streets lined with beech trees and birches, sugar maples, and white oak. We even have aspen trees here in Maine, this beauty from my Colorado childhood, with her white trunks and bright yellow leaves. Like every season, for me, fall is both full of the anticipation of the new and the comforts of the past.