I Hart Autumn

My friend and I got out of Dodge today to soak up some fall.

We set out as we did last year with a list of places to go. The morning started out crisp--the perfect backdrop for apple picking. Then there was a lavender farm, and lunch by a lazy river. But we didn't follow our plan to a T. Instead, we took the advice of some folks we met along the way. They led us to one of the best farm markets either of us had ever been to, and a delightful town that was new to both of us. A stop at a nursery for some plants and a pop into a local shop with the most outrageous ice cream rounded out what was a perfect day. Not the exact one we had planned--but one that turned out to be far better, thanks to the detours.

Hopefully you're enjoying the season wherever you are!

It's Been Ages

Dear Four Blog Readers,

I’m sorry I haven’t written in so long. Sometimes life gets in the way of good writing, or, in the case of this corner of the Internets, passable writing. Anyway, I’ve missed you! Thanks for checking this page, which has remained stubbornly unchanged for much too long.

Things here in New York City are finally starting to feel fall-like, which means it’s time to head out of town to an orchard and pick apples--something I’ll be doing this weekend with a dear friend. I’m just days away from serving apple everything: homemade applesauce, apple crisps, apple in kale salads, apple pureed in soups. We’re also days away from my husband bemoaning the fact that I’ve stuffed our fridge and freezer with apples and apple concoctions. It’s an autumn tradition.

This is also the time of year when I outfit the pup in a variety of vests, coats and various and sundry other items he has no interest in wearing and, I’m sure, is developing a healthy level of resentment toward. Who am I kidding? He loves them!

To wit:

Nothing I write can top the pup in a wizard costume, so I'll end here. Until next time!

Cheers,

Monica