Now that I live in Arizona with its tall cactus, paloverde trees, and open sky, I am amazed at the towering trees, dense bushes, and green grass as we enter New England. The terrain, there, is so different from the dusty, warm climate in the southwest. In New England, the summers are warm and humid with frequent rain showers. Most days, in Arizona, you can expect blue, sunny skies that circle all around you. Flowers bloom all year round and until December or January, I hardly ever need a jacket.
However lovely our warmth and perpetual springs may be, though, I often miss the deep, white snow that winter brings, in New England. I loved coming in from shoveling, my nose red and tingly, to a cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket to snuggle in. As the temps drop in Arizona, I am only too anxious to slip into my jeans and long sleeve shirts. We even have a faux fireplace that gives off heat that we enjoy while watching TV.
This fall, I was supposed to be flying back to New England for a huge family reunion. I was looking forward to the red, orange, and yellow leaves from the maple and oak trees. I imagined the crisp cool air of Autumn and planned on buying pumpkins and apples for the grandchildren. Unfortunately, a change of plans put the airline tickets on hold, for now. Maybe next year….
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