The frost is on the pumpkin...

It's in the 30s tonight, and it's supposed to be chilly days all week. We're really moving through October. Matt and I went to the Topsfield Fair and the ever-delightful Agawam Diner on Rte 1 & 133 in Rowley, MA on Columbus Day. The day was clear and glorious. Sadly, I didn't bring my camera. Animals and blue skies and the most picturesque New England Diner, where people come in with whitewash on their pants and the old men really do ask the waitresses to marry them every day, but the waitresses are engaged to the rookie town cops and the banana cream pie is just one of a myriad.

Pale September (retrospectively)

Soon, I'll also post pictures from my solo trip to Amherst to see farms, foliage, and the Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art.

Fall in New England

(written by my friend Heather on her Live Journal - simple, but I liked it, and felt it.)

Aw early fall. The last remnants of the summer's raspberries, the last few roof and stoop nights, the approaching dusk. Breaking out the hoodies and leggings, cider and pumpkin pie, foliage and apple picking. Tomato season, kale season, squash season.

This time of year, more than any other, always feels like a new beginning. This year is no different.

It is very possible that September is my favorite month.

Tags: fall, food, september

Current Music: okay, I am listening to Jewel. what.