Fall has always been my favorite season of the year. It has always seemed a time of renewed purpose, new beginnings- new school year, new football season, and more- shaking off the slumber of summer and reawakening, newly energized. Perhaps the Jewish people have it right, their New Year seeming to coincide with the advent of fall. And there truly is something special, something wondrous, about autumn in New England- the deep blue of the sky, the crisp mornings, the leaves turning color, their scent as they've fallen, the sound of their crunching underfoot, wood smoke, apple cider, pumpkin bread, harvest fairs, and so much more. Fall in New England makes the long, dreary winters bearable. And it often seems as if the best of fall, the distillation of it's very essence, comes within the span of a precious few weeks in October, a short span when fall and all that is most wonderful about it is at it's peak. Whether in the city, the suburbs, or the country, those few weeks capture all that is best about fall, about New England, perhaps about life.
It is a wondrous time.
(I wish I could say the same about the Patriots game today, dammit!)
Pats need a secondary.....FYI today is the head of the charles
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