Reading a good book while there's a January northeaster raging outside...watching the snow pile up...putting a couple more logs in the wood-burning stove as I listened to the wind howl.
In the summer, making a run to the local farm at 5 o'clock to buy corn that just came in from the 4 o'clock picking.
Making the Saturday morning run to the town dump and stopping at the library on my way home....the librarian would often have a book put away that she'd thought I like.
Spotting the first swamp maples turning red in early September....then, by Columbus Day the trees are ablaze with color.
Yep, I miss small-town New Hampshire.
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