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When Fall Comes to New England
by Anne Thompson

I love fall here in Maine.  The bright colors of the leaves are gone and most of the leaves have fallen leaving bare branches in my woods.  A few brown leaves are hanging on the old oak tree in the front yard still.  This time of year I put Cheryl Wheeler's song "When Fall Comes to New England" on repeat because it so perfectly sums up what this season is for me.  Today's card is a simple one with the song lyrics inside.

I'm sorry but Typepad continues to not let me post photos.  

note:  photos added 11/8/2022



Basically, this card is the FOREST PATH 94702 cut using two different brown plaids from the WOODSY PLAID PP1018 6X6 paper pad.  I added a light brown scene first without the path and used the path and snipped off trees in a darker brown plaid for the card front.  For the inside I found the song lyrics online and printed them off and then cut them and pasted them onto another light brown plaid paper.  I added a few leaves cut from a scrap of dark brown plaid using  just the leaves dies from BOUQUET BLOOMS AND LEAVES 94652.

HAPPY CRAFTING!


Even though I can't post photos I can share the song lyrics.

When Fall Comes to New England

–Cheryl Wheeler
 
When Fall comes to New EnglandThe sun slants in so fineAnd the air's so clearYou can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine.
The nights are sharp with starlightAnd the days are cool and cleanAnd in the blue sky overheadThe northern geese fly south insteadAnd leaves are Irish Setter redWhen Fall comes to New England.
When Fall comes to New EnglandAnd the wind blows off the seaSwallows fly in a perfect skyAnd the world was meant to be.
When the acorns line the walkwaysThen winter can't be farFrom yellow leaves a blue jay callsGrandmothers walk out in their shawlsAnd chipmunks run the old stone wallsWhen Fall comes to New England.
The frost is on the pumpkinThe squash is off the vineAnd winter warnings race across the skyThe squirrels are on to somethingAnd they're working overtimeThe foxes blink and stare and so do I.
'Cause when Fall comes to New EnglandOh I can't turn awayFrom fading light on flying wingsAnd late good-byes a robin singsAnd then another thousand thingsWhen Fall comes to New England.
When Fall comes to New England…

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