There's so much to love about the fall in New England. The prevalence of orange (which stands for happiness)...
...the harvest (how lucky are we to be able to justify usage of the word?)...
...the unique shapes and traditions. Driving out of Verrill Farm, I had the sensation of a summer departed...
...that quickly faded when I encountered these hardy sunflowers, dancing in the wind. Perhaps it was their way of welcoming the fall. The seasons commingle and inspire a gentle flowing of life.
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