Autumn in the North Cemetery.

Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?



These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.


Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...

...seems to be working so far

Friday, September 23, 2011

A Soft, and Subtle Arrival

Wetland beside Long Pond on Champeaux Road in Fiskdale.

It arrives softly.  A subtle announcement made by changing light.  The angle of the sun becomes more acute, and its rays, reflecting the changes on the leaves, do not stay as long as just a few days before.

Color abounds.  We are being purposely immersed in it.  Soon, there will be a time when our living color world steps back to kinescope black and whites, and it will seem like a millennia until the first pieces of crocus colors emerge from beneath the snow.

Enjoy our color now.  

Walk in the light in the early morning, and again in late afternoon.  Experience a different feeling for each time of day.  

Smell the air.  The colors have a scent all their own, and they are recognizable.  Your head will whirl back in time and take you to those walks to school when you were eight.  As you walk on top of those leaves already fallen, listen as the colors are released underfoot as you step, and join the other scents around you.

This is so much more than a mere "change of seasons".  It can be as subtle, or intense as you would like, and all it costs is to be aware.

Enjoy the light.  Smell the colors.  


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