Happy first day of autumn!
When he walks inside after his early morning walk with bright fallen leaves spilling over his hand because he knows how much you love autumn, you steep English Breakfast and listen to the music of horns signaling lobster boats in the distance.
After the first day of classes, I took my daughter to the orchard. This is our new tradition — culling together good eats from the local farms at the start of the school sessions. We discovered the orchard last summer after she moved into the dorms. She was uneasy: some of her textbooks were on backorder, there was a class she wanted to drop for another, and she had to prepare for a TA role. So I scooped her up… Keep Reading
I walk by the Wiilams-Sonoma display window advertising spring pastel crockery and immediately I say to myself, “yes, it would be nice to have a saffron yellow soup tureen or a Dutch oven in lilac or a set of plates with the stencil of a daisy-sniffing rabbit on them. Why not? What human being wouldn’t want to have this? I mean, really, I have an indigo blue soup tureen and I have plates with flowers on them, but nary a… Keep Reading