Autumn is days away in New England….the air is crisp, the sun shining and the leave beginning to turn. Who here loves the autumn season?
I love every season in which I open my eyes to live it. As I grow older my thoughts on seasons, as the seasons themselves, change. As a kid I, of course, loved summer because I love the water. It couldn’t get too hot for me as long as there was water. I love the spring in Georgia, which actually comes about March where I am, because my street is lined with Azaleas and Dogwoods and there is a burst of white and pink, fuscia and red, along with all the green of spring. I loved the fall in the Midwest and Northeast when the maples turn firey red and the oaks hand over their gold.
