Is there any place more beautiful than autumn in New England? The other day I was lamenting that the foliage didn't seen to be as colorful or vibrant this year as it usually is. Then my friend Laurel, who came this morning to spend the day quilting, remarked how beautiful the trees were when she had driven past the High Street Cemetery in Hingham, MA. After a few hours of work and a quick lunch, I just had to see for myself. The sun was shining brightly against a deep blue sky, and we were struck by the simple beauty of this small, old cemetery.
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