Beckoning

She walked through an orchard, fallen apples red and cidery on the ground, crossed a stone wall, and wandered on into a small wood. The path was carpeted with leaves, red, orange, gold, giving off a rich, earthy smell. Polly scuffed along, pushing the toes of her running shoes through the lavish brightness. It was her first New England autumn and she was exhilarated by the colors drifting from the trees, dappling her hair with reflected amber and bronze. The sun shone with a golden haze through a muted blue sky. Leaves whispered to the ground. The air was crisp, but not cold. She hummed with contentment.

Excerpt from An Acceptable Time by Madeleine L'Engle

I have often wanted to visit New England, Maine, Boston....but never more than when Autumn rolls around. Something beckons, and I want to follow. One day, maybe, Phil and I can get away for a New England Autumn.






PS... I am no longer Mrs. Grumpypants =o)