Even though it is officially fall, I still cling to the warm days in New England. I drain the summer weather dry, all the while wearing a wool base layer under my white, summer sweater, forget the fashion codes post-labor day. And then I accent it all with a hand-knitted scarf just to reassure myself that, yes, I am ready for the change in season.

It’s a great time of year, the early days of fall, some would say the best. The trees are outlined with color and the drying leaves still cling to the branches, sending out a wispy clatter as the wind agitates the terrain. A small fire in the stove at night brings comfort and a sense of preparation.

These photos were taken during the weekend of the blood moon. Even though the nights were cool, the days were sunny, and like summer.

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