"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all."
- Stanley Horowitz
There is a crisp newness in the air. The leaves are changing colors, farmers are harvesting the last of their crops for the year, and our bodies settle into a slower rhythm in tandem with the shorter days. We are well into autumn, although the northeast did receive a harsh preview of winter with this past weekend's snow storm. After all of the big events this year: a new baby and a new home, the slower pace has finally afforded me an overdue sigh of relief.
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