My favorite time,, too.
There’s something about autumn in New England that truly speaks to me. As such, it’s one of my favorite seasons of the year. Similar to a nocturnal animal that creeps quietly into the night, it arrives unsuspectingly and without notice, no fanfare or announcements made. Before you know it, autumn swoops down with its burst of cool, crisp air that invigorates your being and cleanses the soul.
Autumn is a time of preparation and regeneration; it is also a time when the celestial clock compels us to conform to the unavoidable laws of nature, willingly or not. The days grow shorter; activity slows down. Deciduous trees shed their leaves in a vivid display of color composed of red, green, gold, orange and brown. Dried leaves crunch under foot, and the aroma of a wood pile burning in an open field wafts about. Outside, wild animals begin the process of hibernation and…
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