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A Haven In New EnglandMar 05 '01 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line This is a place to raise families and fall in love, as I have done. And now I move on. As all good New Englanders are always prepared to work during snowstorms, I got up extra early to commence the routine of shoveling out the car. With a storm such as this brewing, I am sure I’ll be doing that several more times in the next three days. Is it any wonder New Englanders are so tough? We live a hard life with harsh conditions and we thrive from it. I am going to enjoy this snowstorm more than any other I’ve been through for my entire life. You see this will be my last. In three weeks time I say goodbye to my beloved New England to make a life in sunny Florida. I will miss so much about my home here. As there are so many, many things to miss. Ahhhh New England! Is there anywhere else on earth where you can enjoy such a variety of changes and schemes? Nay I say! New England with its’ beautiful flowers and birds during the Spring. Tis’ a rarity to catch a bluebird in some areas and a delight to see the cardinal in others. Oh, but to see the pigeons in the park on a warm Spring day in the Common. How can you take advantage of such a thing? No, you mustn’t overlook the beauty of simple things. Have a seat, grab a bag of peanuts and feed the birds. Take in the scents of Boston and see the wonder of the people that come from all over to mix in the greatest melting pot in the world. In the summer I smell the ocean from most corners of New England, as it is pungent enough to come over the land from the Bay and beckon me to its’ beloved islands. The islands with their flowers growing wild and old buildings left hollow from time. Places where wars and tears and love have absorbed into the very core of them. A beauty so profound, it takes my breath away and leaves me startled to realize that there are people out there that have never seen and will never see an ocean. Let alone have the luxury of walking out ones back door and wading in it with a cup of coffee in hand. Autumn is my very favorite of all seasons. It means the leaves will change from a full and rich green to a variety of reds, yellows and orange. The hills will become a rainbow of sorts with such bright color that your heart will ache from the watching. The apples will be ready for picking and baking and the children will dress up and give the towns a last shine with there costumes before the Winter draws them in doors for a spell. I’ll pack a basket and walk up the hill with my children. We’ll pick the apples to bake pies and then freeze them. Under the trees we’ll make giant piles of golden treasures and jump in them and crunch them until we are so full of life that are cheeks ache from the happiness. We’ll walk long and talk of the summers we’ve had and the seasons to come. Then we’ll collect our pinecones and nutshells to glue and color and head home for a hot bowl of stew and a warm buttery biscuit. As I drove along the beach this morning to reach my office (during a snow emergency), I couldn’t help but look in awe at the mighty waves slamming and crashing against the wall of rocks lined up at the shore. I am going to miss this season most of all. Though I treasure the Spring with all it’s newness, and the Summer with Ice cream cones and lazy days. Though I have in my memory many a day with leaves of gold and days like diamonds, I will never forget the things that Winter brings to New England. Crisp and cold and new, the snow falls to cover my world and give all fresh starts. With red noses and frozen toes we soar down hills and squeal with laughter. We make snow angels and snowmen and inside we are warm. We bake cookies and drink cocoa and tell stories by the fire. And when the season is at it’s height, we gather and gives thanks for all we have and all we are. As we move into the coldest, darkest and the core of this great and awesome time, we share our lives, time, love and home with those that need it most. We give and give and give. I don’t think I’ve ever known of or could ever be in a place of such great wealth, monetary and heart. Such a stock of strength here in New England as you’ll never see. If not for the change of seasons and the joining of community, ahhhh, but then we wouldn’t be us, would we?  |
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