So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
The luxury of living in New England, America’s idyllic region, is that you have the privilege of experiencing four distinct seasons. It is now fall and I am engulfed in nature’s beauty. The cool, crisp air interlaced with the brilliant colorations of the changing leaves adjoined with the acoustic sound of autumn offers an aroma that is simply spectacular.
Despite the fact I grew up in New England I had forgotten how marvelous, festive and cozy fall can be. Even though Georgia eventually experiences fall-like weather and celebrates Halloween, it never seems as if the two were connected. I had missed out on observing the leaves turn from vibrant summer green to subtle flecks of gold to entirely red and orange. I also found it curious that, here in NE, the pumpkins, scarecrows and other seasonal decorations undeniably match nature’s pictorial backdrop. With leaves, pumpkins and scarecrows I have rediscovered my heritage and unearthed an intense emotion of contentment. The picturesque ponds, the falling foliage, the serenity of a waterfall; each scene, suffused with color and light, brought me a moment of private discovery and awakened a sense of home