Autumn— Quiet, Peaceful, Restorative
September is cider, October is pumpkins, November is leaf piles, December is the hearth. Autumn is oven mitts and thimbles and a full library book bin. It is wo...
Category: AUTUMN
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Snippets from Favorite Autumn Posts
I’m lamenting autumn’s pending ending. Especially this year, possibly the last of six beautiful years in New England where colorful hills spread lik...
Hang a Candy Cane on my Sugar Maple and Call Me a Pessimist
“Uhh it’s snowing” I texted Chris in his business school capsule “on November 8.” At lake level, it had been raining but as we asc...
Like Three Seasons at Once
I appreciate a tri-tone leaf green, yellow and red all on one like I relish in a tri-tone street like I savor a tri-tone state of mind. Our block this week seem...
Partly Cloudy with Scattered Leaf Showers
we climb the hill to roll back down it we climb again to sit on it Linus hops rock to rock talking about bugs and prying caps off acorns to “help the squi...
I Watched a Leaf Fall 170 Feet
The gorge is dim and cool. Where moss does not cover the walls, wet rocks glisten. The roar of the waterfalls grows louder until our route suddenly flanges out-...
Reaching for Hot Cocoa; Holding Lemonade
September is indecisive. Yesterday talked like fall; today is acting summer. The sun is warm; the air cool. This soft green green grass feels cold through my je...
Autumn Dear
Good morning, Autumn. This week, nights have progressed from air conditioned to windows open to windows shut. This morning the wood floor was cold beneath my f...
20 Minute Escape
“Heather, I’m home. Oh, I forgot to return the library books. I’ll go back.” “No. I’ll go,” I snatched the keys from Chris’ hand mid stride. I love my childr...
Crepes in Quebec in Autumn
Warm nutella in a delicate crepe leaves little to be desired. Especially when eaten in a 17th century structure next door to the Chateau Frontenac in the forti...
The Autumn Post
Nov. 10- Were I not ever picking leaves out of my 5-week-old’s carriage, he’d be camouflaged within 10 minutes. We picked a perfect day to go ...
Anticipating Summer’s Pending Ending
The crisp clean cold of winter cannot be replicated by an air conditioning unit. Nor can the toasty warmth and smell of a furnace imitate summer heat. We ...
6:55AM. I went hiking in pajama pants and dress shoes.
I accidentally found a lakeside hiking trail when I got lost on my way home from our friend’s apt, where Chris and I crashed after attending a military ev...
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We drove to Western New Jersey where the October hills are covered with a patchwork quilt of heathered red, orange, yellow, and green fabrics. We wound down cou...
Pumpkins Spiced Lattes Available Next Week
Written from a rustic fabriced chair in an eclectic Tudor-style coffee shop. Across the street, Princeton University stands like a young fortress, the way that ...
Dormant Sugar Maples to Vivacious Palm Trees
Chris and I fell asleep to the Christmas-tree-topper Chrysler building standing outside Brian’s window at 37th and Lexington. I have labeled his 8...
Nearly November
I have lived in Portsmouth since June. It is nearly November. And I am still enchanted with this place. It’s all brick and wood and books. Old bridges, ol...
October II: Pumpkin
I had to buy pumpkins. So I stopped at a 300 year old farm-orchard called Emery and poured myself a $.50 cider then scouted the patch. This is a bonified pumpki...
October I
I climbed an aspen tree. The sun shone through the bright yellow leaves and made me feel like Glinda in the middle of a glowing bubble. My favorites are the sug...
September
>I leaned back and sighed to myself “aaaa last plane ride for 4 mos” and smiled. Then i realized that there’s no one waiting for me this ti...