07.11.03

Ahhh Fall is upon us. As excited as I am, being that this is my favorite time of the year, I’m also a bit saddened. Unfortunatly I won’t be going home at all this fall/winter, so i’ll be missing out on all the fun. It’s been years since I’ve experienced and entire New York fall/winter season, but I’ve always been able to go home at least once around this time. Anybody who’s never been to the New England area during fall is missing out on some amazing stuff. Sure there’s some maple and birch trees around here, but imagine thousands and thousands of them sweeping and dancing across a landscape that goes up and down in hills and valleys–some red, shifting to orange to yellow and back again. Fall, of course is always started officially (for me anyway) when we pick pumpkins. I remember going to pick pumpkins from wherever had the best, he grocery store or some farmer looking for a few extra bucks. Then we accidentally planted our own–and found out WE have the best pumpkins. Soon after comes the smell of pumpkin pie and pumpkin bread. The sweaters come out of the closet. And then the apple picking. Have you ever taken a bite out of an apple that you just picked off the tree? Intense. Applesauce, mom’s chunky homemade apple sauce. It’s like having Michael Flately dancing in your mouth. All too soon the snow comes, bringing an end to fall. A short lived season–even in NY–but one that’s always packed with tremendous experiences that are probably some of the highlights of my life.