The Path Home: A Season Rooted in Maine
WELL WORN PATHS - CHAPTER 15 THE ROAD WE KNOW The Path Home There is a moment each autumn when Maine seems to change almost overnight. The mornings turn cooler. The hillsides move from green to amber and gold. Fallen leaves gather along old stone walls, and roads we’ve traveled hundreds of times somehow look different again. It doesn’t last long. Maybe that’s part of what makes Fall here so special. It gives us a reason to slow down and notice the familiar places around us. For those of us who call Maine home, those places become part of our...