As I pulled my Southern sweatshirt out of my "winter clothes" box this morning, a thought occurred to me...
This is the first fall I've experienced in 5 years!
Sure, they have fall in Tennessee.
But nothing compares to a real New England autumn.
The crisp Northern air.
Vermont's Green Mountains and New York's Adirondacks turning into a brilliant painting.
Fields turning gold as crops mature and ready for harvest.
Ah yes, I'm ready to experience Vermont's seasons again.
Bring it on! =)