When we lived out west, I sometimes heard people complain that Southern California had no seasons. Now that we live in New England, I get what they were talking about. While I still don't love Massachusetts' long, frigid winter, the gorgeous spring that follows is all the more joyful after months of bleak cold. And then there's my favorite season, fall.
There is something glorious about seeing our burning bush blazing in the front yard . . .
. . . maple trees looking like giant torches down the street . . .
. . . and a local farm stand selling hundreds of pumpkins that they grew in the field across the road. I love fall!
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