I never know quite how to feel about Fall. I mean, it's a great season; but it's also a reminder of what's ahead (which in New England means cold, cold, and more cold, and snow, snow, and more snow!). And that can be a lot of fun, too - sledding, skiing, etc. But Fall has always seemed to be a "dying" kind of season. People I dearly love and miss, died in October - Mother and Yac included. So it's tied to some painful anniversaries. I don't know... there's both a heaviness and a majestic sense at the same time.
But let's be thankful today! Fall in New England means...
football
insanely brilliant colors of leaves
apple-picking (complete with hayrides, cider, and friends)
school routines
cool nights and gorgeous days
cross country meets
playground playdates
geese flying South
open windows
scurrying chipmunks in the driveway
school buses
pumpkin-picking and decorating
creative costumes
parties
pennant races
bike rides and hikes through the woods
Okay, I'm off to enjoy the moments!
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