I'm a summer gal. It's my favorite season. I can deal with a few days of oppressive heat and humidity far better than I can deal with the weeks on end of oppressive wind chills that define winter in New England. I can't imagine living anywhere else, but I've just resigned myself to the fact that I'll be in a foul mood from mid-January straight through Easter. Anyway, in this whole seasonal affect issue I have, poor fall gets lost in the shuffle. I do like fall. I enjoy the crisp mornings and the sweet smell of apple baked goods. I like cocoa and fuzzy socks. BUT...I can never truly appreciate fall in New England because I know what it's ushering in. Poor fall.
This week the kids had their first early release day from school. We joined some friends and headed to Parlee Farm to celebrate fall. We fed the animals, played on the hay maze, picked apples and rode tiny tractors. It was a great day to try to slow down and enjoy the season for what it is. Here are some pictures of our fun afternoon.
2 comments:
WOW! I could have written that first paragraph about the seasons. I agree completely, especially the fact that I can't appreciate fall because I'm so not looking forward to winter! Similarly, I used to say my favorite season was spring; that was only because I knew I had the whole summer stretched out ahead and it was really summer that was my favorite! :)
Wow, do I remember these feelings all to well about the seasons. Growing up in Upstate, NY, I don't think I could ever really appreciate Fall (which is a shame b/c it's awesome in Upstate, NY) because it meant that summer was over and that Winter was right around the corner. Now, in California, I LONG for Fall, and all that comes with it...apple picking, sweaters for the first time in months, bonfires, etc...
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