Well, autumn has tip-toed in, slowly creeping up on us until we were left with no choice but to wave goodbye to the bright buoyancy of summer. The days are marked by the familiar cool crispness that makes you long for simpler bygone days, and the chilly nights draw you in toward the cozy warmth of home. Admittedly, I have mixed feelings about the fall. It’s a time of unparalleled beauty here in New England as the trees hum with…
It’s a quiet evening in the gentle weeks of early autumn. A choir of crickets hums into the darkness and the softly falling rain responds with muted applause as it taps the treetops. Autumn always makes me nostalgic. There is something about the slant of the sun, the mellow light filtering through auburn leaves, that brings wistful memories of childhood flooding back. I long to touch those moments again, but they just wander like harmless ghosts through my mind. You can’t…
Autumn is in full swing in the Green Mountains of Vermont. Just two hours north of Erving, MA, the trees have erupted into a picture-perfect display of earthy golds and reds. My heart has been heavy on this trip as I mourn the recent passing of my beloved cat, Puffer, but at the same time I am deeply moved by the breath-taking beauty of these gentle mountains. Everywhere I look it seems as though they are sprawled across the horizon,…