Blue Sky

We like to complain about the weather in New England. I do think folks everywhere complain about their weather; it's practically the only thing that distinguishes us from chimps and dolphins at this point—though I do wonder if one dolphin ever turns to another as they're swimming along and says, "This North Pacific Drift is making me sweat like a Harbor Porpoise."

Like hypothetical dolphins, we often complain that a sweaty summer falls straight into a series of depressingly cold, wet days of raking leaves, followed by the unremitting shoveling of slurried driveways. However, New England does—in between humid season, wet leaf season, and back-breaking slush season—offer cool, clear days when the foliage is out in full force and the sky is bluer than blue.

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