I love September in Massachusetts. I love the cool air, and the hints that fall is coming.
Like the monarch butterflies flying southwest for the winter (because flying south would put them over the ocean, and there are no flowers to sip there).
The Canadian geese are headed southwest too, and we often see flocks of them pausing to rest in this farmer's harvested cornfield.
But the clearest signs that today is the first day of fall are the autumn wreath I hung on our pantry door . . .
. . . and the smells of pumpkin cookies baking in our kitchen!
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