September hits every year hard with a bang.
The air grows crisp.
Everything I. MEAN. EVERYTHING turns pumpkin spice.
Riding boots come out. Scarves, hats, even mittens now become appropriate daily wear.
The days grow shorter and the nights longer. Kids are heard playing on school playgrounds and parents sighing in relief for their normal days back. And slowly, oh so slowly I start to miss the beautiful seasons that New York offers it's citizens.
|Walking the fall filled streets with crisp air.|
This time of year New York starts turning splendorous shades of orange, gold, yellow, and reds. Faded memories of late night bonfires with country music blaring out of the back of a pick-up truck, hard cider in hand, and late night conversations with good friends start to return. The yearnings for a long drive in the midst of the hills and vast colors calls my heart. Every September I am reminded that I do someday want to settle down in a small town buried in the hills of some east coast state.
|The colors that capture one of our favorite spots|
|When houses have great foliage in their yards.|
|Or just really cool looking trees to walk under!|