Cider Hill

I recently got into a conversation with my supervisor in which she contested the notion that fall in New England is superior to fall in other parts of the country. She emphasized the fact that leaves do, in fact, change outside of Massachusetts. She had a point. I understand that MA isn’t the only state in which, come October, the foliage becomes a spectacle, the air becomes crisp, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups establish a stronger presence in the aisles of convenient stores, and the best movies of the year hit theaters. However, MA is my home, and fall looks pretty freakin good on the East Coast. To me, fall in New England is equivalent to a tropical vacation for most. While it’s not unusual for people to dread the cold and begin to withdraw as the days shorten, I become overwhelmed with relief. My experience has been that humidity is oppressive, and cool air is liberating. Continue reading →