Growing up in New England, you learn from an early age the true magic of fall. In fact, I tend to believe it’s one of the only reasons that people actually live here, because you’d have to be half crazy otherwise, to endure our endless, frigid winters.
Fall in New England has a sort of mesmerizing quality to it, one that is unparalleled no matter where else you look. The way the sun brightens the sky in particular — it makes things look pleasantly hazy around the edges, and softer somehow. There are ample cider donuts and literally tons of apples, wild bursts of fiery color in the natural landscape, and a definite necessity for fashionable fall boots, sweaters, and scarves.