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

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Dual Seasonalities

North Cemetery  Sturbridge, MA
It's a toss up.  Spring, or Autumn.  So many will say that they love autumn.  In late March the same number express similar tributes to budding leaves, and the small blossoms on the  trees.

Dual personalities?

No, same people, but their heads are in a totally different places.  In spring, after many weeks of cold, grey colorless days the slightest twinkle of life returning to ones world sparks the emotions.  In the fall, after running about all spring and summer enjoying life, places, and family outside the confines of a closed up house we begin to slow down.  It seems to happen naturally, like what we do after a long day of  chasing kids, mowing lawns, painting shutters, beach trips, cookouts, and just enjoying.

At the risk of being over analogous, and repeating an overdone cliche, it is like life.  I know, I know, but true.

The season changes the scenery to match the moment.  Blossoms straining to burst open as we are straining to burst out past our storm doors in spring, and soft, comfortable days with bright colors slowly revealing themselves as our pace slows in fall.

Yes, It's a toss up.  One season compliments the other.  Spring and autumn designed to ease us into the next season, and back out again.

Brilliant.

Leaves falling onto the steps, frost on the grass, wood smoke in the air; the senses acknowledge, and confirm the changes about us. The season itself is a cliche.

Too much thinking about it can stifle the moment.  Time to enjoy, and put the thinking aside for a bit.


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