I’m fairly certain that I live in New England for one reason and one reason only. (Well, other than the fact that I was born here… and that my family lives here… and that most of my friends are in the area… and that I rely desperately on my sister for her never-failing fashion advise whenever I go shopping).
Other than these more obvious examples, I live here for one reason.
Then again, to call it ‘one reason’ may not be entirely fair, because it is — after all — made up of so many wonderful things. Things like nutmeg and cinnamon, mugs of warm cider, bustling state fairs, apple picking, tall brown boots, snuggly sweaters, bright orange pumpkins, farmers markets, and brilliant red trees.
Okay, so I live here for more reasons than I can count. But most of them can be bundled together into one neat little word. Of that much I’m sure.
I heart autumn. It’s when New England comes alive with color and my favorite-of-favorite activities. And on the first brisk morning, no matter how warm the temperatures threaten to reach that day, I know that my favorite season is almost here. And I know that I have to begin squeezing in every little fallish activity, flavor, scent, and outfit before it’s over…all too soon.
And so, when I woke up the other morning and found myself reaching for a lite blanket to ward off the slight chill, I knew that it was most certainly time for the first fallish activity of the year, even if it’s hardly fall yet at all.
Hmmm, I so wish I could send each of you a fuzzy, sweet smelling, fresh peach.
There’s nothing like it. There’s also nothing like walking through a peach orchard and picking the largest, juiciest fruits you can possibly find…
When I go peach picking, the promise of Autumn is here, while the warmth of summer is still hanging on. It’s sunshine, a light wind, the smell of peaches in the air, and a cloudless sky.
It’s happiness. A pure, simple, New England-type, homey, comforting happiness. 🙂