This October has been full of explorations of my beloved New England, starting off with Emily and Heather coming to stay with me. I had the privilege of getting to show them the land of my enchantment. We even stayed a night at the beautiful Hawthorne Hotel in Salem, Massachusetts, where I met with a psychic for the first time, but more on that in another post. We stayed at the Snapdragon Inn in Vermont as well, and it was gorgeous (more on that in another post as well). We visited so many places that renewed my love for my favorite place in the world, which is New England, of course! And I was reminded of how truly lucky I am to get to live here. My husband and I took many day trips around New England to soak in this stunning October, and last weekend I was thrilled to go back to the Hawthorne Hotel in Salem for their Halloween ball (can't wait to post about that either). We also kept up our tradition of giving the kids a day off of school so we could partake in the Haunted Happenings in Salem. It has been another glorious October and I can hardly believe it'll all be over on Friday, except not really for me since we are staying the weekend in Sleepy Hollow, New York in order to stretch out the Halloween spirit for as long as is humanly possible. I will get to be in sweet denial for a few days more that Halloween is truly over.
October is magical in my own little village. One of the first things Emily said when she saw my village is that it looked like I live in Beetlejuice and I couldn't agree more. I often feel like I am living in a movie set of the ideal New England village. The joy and inspiration this little village provides me never ends, and it is never more dramatic than in the fall.
Looking into the village green
A Revoluationary War hero rests in peace in the Old Burial Ground
Strolling through the village sidewalks
There is nothing that warms my heart more than walking through leaves. Isn't that one of the sweetest and simplest joys of autumn? Kicking them, crunching them under the soles of long, leather boots, or taking in their bright beauty set off against stark concrete or asphalt.
Looking down the walkway of the village green
Looking through the trees to the Old Burial Ground.
An old village home, which once served as a bank in its glory days
Fallen leaves on an old stone wall in the graveyard
A golden tree watches over the village's dead
The old schoolhouse hugged in fall foliage
Nothing more New England than mossy, old stone walls surrounded by hundreds of fallen leaves
Thank you for joining me on this walk around my autumn village. I wish all of you a safe, happy, and spooky Halloween!