Autumn is such a bittersweet time:
The closer we come to losing the beauty of the season, the more beautiful it gets.
As I walk the golf course every morning before work, chasing that small, white ball, I constantly, relentlessly remind myself that people travel to New England from all over the world to see something that I am blessed to experience every day.
But as I watch these trees that I’ve come to know so specifically and intimately explode in color, I know that with each new magnificent hue, this period of unimaginable beauty is quickly coming to an end.
If you live in New England, enjoy it while lasts.
Look up and out as much as you can.
It’ll all be gone before you know it.
