We walked into the clearest, bluest sky this weekend. I wore my scarf and my boots and practically danced through a delightful early birthday present---cool wind. It felt like fall, and somehow having that door of humidity creak open onto a perfect fall day was like flying. This weekend was delicious as a crisp and sweet Macintosh apple, and we completely enjoyed every slice. Everyone has been asking what I did on my birthday (other than frown at the widening numbers), and I only mention it was…
