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Cider, Laughter, and Leaves
A Vermont Harvest Festival to Remember
Crisp air, cider donuts, and joy that soars beyond the Ferris wheel. Experience the magic of Vermont’s Harvest Festival in this nostalgic autumn tale.
There are some places that don’t just welcome you — they wrap around you like a favorite sweater. Vermont in the fall is one of them.
I arrived just as the leaves were hitting peak color. Crimson, gold, and orange brushed every hilltop like fire across the ridgelines. The two-lane road curved gently through maple groves and past red barns, opening into a small town square bustling with life. I’d come for the Harvest Festival. What I got was something deeper — a reminder of how joy can sneak up on you in the simplest moments.
A Town Painted in Autumn
The fairgrounds sat at the edge of town, nestled beside a cornfield already browning for the season. Volunteers in flannel shirts guided cars to grassy lots, while hay bales marked the entrances and exits like rustic signposts.
Everywhere, there were signs of fall’s final burst of energy before winter whispered its first chill. Children ran with caramel apples stuck to their cheeks. Old folks swapped stories under striped tents while sipping warm cider. And in the air — more than the smell of…
