27 September 2016

apple picking we go!

on our sunday drive back to new york from baltimore, we stopped in bucks county, pennsylvania and made an apple orchard date of the afternoon.

in the warm autumn sunshine, we filled our satchel and bellies with sweet ripe apples and hot cider donuts. it was the most perfect way to usher in our autumn and we've got big plans for these beauties this week. let the sharing of apple recipes begin!

26 September 2016

a weekend of wedding festivities, old friends, and beautiful maryland.

just a few iphone snaps from our weekend celebrating my college roommate and her newly minted husband (!!). they were married at her parents' house in maryland horse country, and it was just beautiful!

i remember visiting her there for the very first time over christmas break our freshman year of college and her saying, as she gave me the grand tour, "...and that's where i dream of getting married," pointing to the wide lawn stretching beyond the house where she grew up. to see her so happy and so in love in that very same spot on her wedding day was really something sweet. we are joyous for her and kyle as their marriage begins!

another highlight from the festivities was having our roommate trio together again for the first time since amber's wedding four years ago. some days, i can't believe it has been ten years since we all bunked together, first in the dormitory and then in our apartment off campus. other days, it all feels like a lifetime ago. we three did a whole lot of growing up together those early days of college, and seeing us all now, living our lives and chasing our dreams and marrying our loves and growing our families, makes me beam with love and pride for these women and these friendships. they say it takes a long time to grow old friends, and it's true! as the years go by, i feel more and more grateful for these friends i was lucky enough to make when i was very young.

23 September 2016

Song for Autumn

In the deep fall
don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come -- six, a dozen -- to sleep 
inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially, 
the piled firewood shifts a little, 
longing to be on its way.

- Mary Oliver

22 September 2016


these first days of autumn always feel like the changing of the guard. summer is over, dark knits eclipse white cottons, soups and stews simmer the hours away, mornings dawn chilly and crisp, shadows fall drowsily across the faces of brownstones, yellow school buses sail down columbus avenue, and the air is spiced with sweet apples and smoke from the chimneys. i welcome these days, i celebrate these days, when slowness and stillness reign supreme.