We’re sleeping with the quilt on almost every night. In the mornings, we wake to the sound of acorns crashing onto the roof as squirrels busily gather them from the oak tree. The sunlight has turned a deeper gold, and our eyes are peeled for new, colorful patches of foliage. Our second fall in Vermont is beginning.
When our family moved from California to Vermont, everyone assumed that our biggest adjustment would be the weather….
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Nice meditation! Autumn is, for me, the emotionally richest season in Vermont. Partly because it’s so fast.