It was the lovely side of cool this morning. A day when I needed a long-sleeve shirt and yet the sun is warm enough to dry a load of clothes on the line. It feels like the first day of autumn, and so I was inspired to get apples and squash at the farmers' market this morning.
I was thinking this is the best time of the year, and yet I feel this way at the beginning of each season: the excitement over the dream-like quality of the first snowfall, that day in spring when all you need is a light jacket, and the thrill of fresh fruit and veg on the day the farmers' market reopens.
So I guess I'm feeling fortunate to live in a place that has four full seasons.