This morning I was invited to a last-minute brunch with my friends Melissa and Kjersten. We went to Tre Kronor, where we caught each other up on the latest in our lives. On my walk home, I passed this tree. The few branches that have turned color -- along with the chill in the air on this otherwise sunny day -- are signs that fall is coming.
Hot apple cider, wearing sweaters and light jackets, brisk morning air, apple picking (which, I must admit, I did for the first time this year, and which I still need to blog about) . . . all are things I love about fall.
But soon enough, winter will come and ruin it all.