My sister and I used to run out into the yard after a summer rain. We would stand under the trees and shake the branches so the wet leaves would drip all over our heads. Inevitably our game would end by shimmying up the birch trees going high enough for the trees to bend from our weight slowly and gently dropping us back down to the ground. Whenever I see a birch grove I can’t help but smile.
Autumn in New England has always been one of my favorite seasons and Connecticut puts on one of the best shows in the country! The warm, soft color are comforting and make me feel serene. As I age the season takes on a newer feeling – one of time passing in a more permanent way. The falling leaves remind me another year is ending and as the seasons pass I try to hold on tight to each memory.
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