Sweet Late September

The road passes down the big field where the barn was. A couple years ago we had heavy snow and the it’s back finally broke. The roof caved in and the barn fell in upon itself. This Summer, they finally took a bulldozer to the weather beaten remains. Now nothing remains but a fresh patch of grass where the barn used to stand.

Swamp Maples. Greenfield NH. Photo By Colleen Ann.

Swamp Maples.
Greenfield NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

Its been a busy week. I have been transitioning into a new job, which has taken up my focus. Working from 9-5, I no longer have to rely on pulling small profits off essays, which I’m thankful for. Way too many people expect you to write for little to no profit. I don’t mind negotiating prices, but I refuse to put my heart and soul into something that is not furthering my career. I need to change direction once again, but I look forward to the challenge. I have time to allow my writing to continue to grow without the pressure bills bring. Most important, I can do the writing I want to do, not the writing I need to do for money.

Maples are the first to go. Temple NH. Photo By Colleen Ann.

Maples are the first to go.
Temple NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

Fall has really begun in Southern NH. The road continues on, dipping down before crossing the swamp. Our temperatures have dipped into the 40’s at night, and the Swamp Maples have begun to turn. They never disappoint, always displaying deep reds. Around town small bits of colors are bursting through the canopy. The oaks at the meetinghouse are melting into a fiery orange that intensifies each day. The pumpkins are ready to be pulled from stems, and the vegetation is beginning to fade. With the cold temperatures and the shorter days, the sweaters are being pulled out, and the brisk winds remind us that Winter soon will be here.

Endless Orchard. Hollis NH. Photo By Colleen Ann.

Endless Orchard.
Hollis NH.
Photo By Colleen Ann.

The turn in season brings another new beginning. Fall is so many incredible things in New England. Its deep orange of the trees on the common. The hay rides and the deep smell of Summer fading away. The crisp taste of apples pulled off of gnarled apple trees. The bright sunny days that hold a slight chill. For me its a new beginning, and I am hopeful as I look forward.

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