Sweatshirt Day
Sweatshirt Day has no date, but you know it when it comes. This year it was September 27: the sweater bag came out, the AC went quiet, the window opened.
Sweatshirt Day has no date, but you know it when it comes. This year it was September 27: the sweater bag came out, the AC went quiet, the window opened.
Pumpkin spice was always pumpkin pie spice. How a dropped word, a pumpkin-free latte and a lot of scarcity sold us a feeling, plus my own homemade syrup.
A rainy girls weekend near Tallulah Falls, saffron crocus at last, a rabbit hole called Any Human Ever, World Food Day, and what I’m reading and watching.
Saybrook Sage on the powder room walls, the first report from the meat-minimalized week, still no saffron, and a weekend in the north Georgia mountains.
A late roundup: the Halloween boxes come home, collards peek through, the Joro spiders take the back yard, Nigella joins the Bake Off tent, and a meat-minimalized week on deck.
Most people wait all year for summer. I wait for October through January: the oven back on, Halloween, nine pies, latkes, Christmas lights, and a table full of people against the dark.
A late roundup: WordPress gremlins, the first real fall mornings, a seafood feast where all sixty oysters vanished, saffron crocus in the ground, and the first pot roast of the season.