To my dear, beloved Fall,
Hey, it’s me, Laura. Again. I hope you aren’t getting tired of hearing me say it, because I love you, I truly do, and I’m not sure I could ever stop singing your praises.
I love your sights. My hometown and state never look more gorgeous than they do on a clear (or, let’s be real, even stormy) autumn day. And I’ll never forget just how gorgeous New England was in the fall when those leaves change color. (It’s like nature putting on a new, limited engagement performan...
Published on October 25, 2016 10:42