“Right now — September — is the crossover season, the delicious intersection of our geographic section: the final remnants of New England’s sweet corn in happy collision with the first press of apple cider.’’

— Journalist David Shribman in The Boston Globe

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"Some of us spend our lives preferring fall to all the seasons, accepting winter’s blank as the completion or fulfillment that our season presages, taking spring only as a prologue, and summer as the gently inclined platform leading all too slowly to the annual dazzle. We are in love—not half in love, and not with easeful death—with the vigor of decay….’

— Donald Hall (1928-2018), New Hampshire-based poet and essayist