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Living for Autumn ...


If you have been following my posts, I am sure you have figured out that Autumn is my favorite season here in New England. Although, all the seasons bring their special moments, I love this one the best. I thought it was a perfect day to post this photo. I look forward to all these things mentioned above - Sweatshirts, hot cocoa (replacing lemonade), a reason to get out the boots, crisp air - Love it all. What is your favorite season and why? Is it Winter because you love to ski? Or Summer because you love to swim? I would love to hear from you!

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  1. New England Is gorgeous in the Fall. My brother lived in Vermont, up in the hills, looking across the way into nothing but an extravaganza of trees turning orange, yellow and red.

    Summer is my favorite season. The sun and warm air, cotton clothing, someplace where it's sandy...But- I do enjoy Fall and Winter. Don't ask about Spring : If you live on the East Coast you'll know what I'm talkin' about- smilin'

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  2. Hi Elizabeth - So nice hearing from you - Yes, I have always loved the ocean - Fall is my favorite, always has been - Do we have a Spring anymore? I blinked and I missed it - Hugs!

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