If you had asked me 2 months ago what my favorite New England season was, I would have said summer. Hot sunny days, the beach, tomatoes fresh from the garden, flip flops and hot pink toes. Right now, however, my favorite New England season is fall. Today's weather was everything you read about in Yankee Magazine - brilliant blue skies, crisp, dry air, and the perfect temperature. Warm enough to leave the jackets in the car, but cool enough so the girls could run, climb, and jump for hours without breaking a sweat.
After playing for a long time, we ate ice cream because that's just what we do.
The tomato vines are barren, but we now have these beauties.
I'm still wearing flip flops, but my toes are no longer pink.