Labor Day is bittersweet. September is my favorite month, and autumn my favorite season... and yet.
The last weeks of summer are a time for appreciation of the verdant wonder, all around.
And swimming. Lots of swimming.
Folks like to go out of town for Labor Day, but I prefer to stick around. It's quiet. I spent the weekend swimming, sleeping, reading and cooking. You'll hear no complaints from me.
A peach and blueberry pie, baked for the weekend / I recovered from my post-california exhaustion in time for yoga / sunset patio hour at Cafe Driade / Sunday morning mimosas with Frida Kahlo / changing the calendar forward, it's (finally) September.
