Seasons are changing... Fall is finally here. Leaves are starting to change. I woke up with chills at the temperature of the autumn morning. The desire to cuddle up in a fuzzy bathrobe, sit out on a wooden porch, with a cup of steaming hot coffee, enjoying the scurries, scampers and scuttles of the wildlife outdoors tugged at my heart.
I think back to mornings working at the farm, and all those familiar scents come back to me - the apples, fresh from the orchard, filling giant wooden bins, pumpkins overflowing the loading deck as the boys feverishly picked them in time for Halloween, the changing leaves - the crisp, sharpness of fall in their colorful, graceful demise, the Indian corn waiting to be shucked on the counter tops....and of course the pies Kathy so religiously baked every morning. I miss sitting with the other ladies in the back of the farmstand, shucking Indian corn, dusting off pumpkins, and sipping on hot cider. Oh to be a New England girl again...
But I'm a southern girl. I've been transformed. My heart will always remain in New England...with my family and my home. But most of me is here....
No comments:
Post a Comment