I should compose a sonnet about you every year...but I'll have to freshen up on my Shakespeare first.
Because of you, my color of choice year-round is orange. Ooh, and citrus orange season is around the corner. Drool.
I still wish I could celebrate my birthday during leaf changing splendor.
I adore you more than those brown paper packages tied up with string.
I need you like apples + cinnamon need a buttery flaky pie crust.
I relish your mornings filled with chilled crisp air that pinken my nose, your afternoons that warm my face while my neck cozies into a soft scarf, and your evenings filled with haunting quiet stillness.
You're all I yearn for during the winter, spring, and summer.
You're the most wonderful time of the year--shouldn't there be a song for that?
Fall, I love you. Let me count the ways...
|the notches/kancamagus highway/white mountain state park white mountains, nh|
|woodstock bridge, vt|
|watching apple ice cream being made at billings farm, woodstock, vt.|
|misty morning on the connecticut, dartmouth rowing, nh/vt border|
Fall, please stay a little while. Christmas can wait.