(No I’m not from New Jersey thank god)

My family and I spend every Thanksgiving at my grandparents’ house in Harrington Park, New Jersey, about an hour from where I live in Connecticut. It’s a super suburban-y old people area. There is a lot of trees and greenery everywhere, it’s not very urban at all. And LOTS of deer. Everywhere. Across the street from their house and through a short area of woods is a public park with a large manmade pond, benches and a playground. My cousins and I sometimes walk to the park to just chill and talk and get away from the chaos of the house full of relatives.

I noticed that more deciduous trees still had their leaves than in Vermont. Also the climate was around 5-10 degrees warmer than here. There were a lot of pretty colored leaves to sit and stare at, most of them half on the tree and half on the ground. The area around my grandparents house has a lot of white oak, beech, black birch, and witch hazel trees. It’s a very frequently and well landscaped area, so there isn’t a lot of natural undisturbed growth happening.

Also, the tree outside of my bedroom window was especially beautiful.