Cranberry & Cod

It’s cliche, but it’s cliche for a reason.

Apple cider. The first frost. Roadside farm stands overflowing with squash and fall flowers. Hillsides dotted with changing colors, as if a painter had dabbed every tree with a different brush.

Fall is my favorite time of year here in New England. The weather is perfect — warm enough for outside activities during the day, but cool enough for good sleeping at night. Gleaming orange pumpkins and blood-red and yellow mums decorate the stoops and porches. Frost makes the grass crunch when you walk on it in the morning, and every stroll is lit up by the changing colors all around us. Our world is transforming in a familiar and beautiful way.