New England Fall

The old maple trees hold bright red leaves at the ends of their branches, like an elegant grandmother extending her arms and holding beautiful gifts.  She will soon give the gifts.  They will fall to the ground and we will rake them into piles and jump into them, throwing them in the air.  We will spend the afternoon rolling around in them, letting them get stuck in our hair and on our clothes.  This New England Fall is glorious.

Do I sound captivated?  Perhaps it’s because I am.  Our new New England town on the outskirts of big-city Boston offers delightful diversions I’ve dreamed of since childhood…