|The view from our room.|
|Dinner at a very loud, SoHo gastropub.|
|Walking our temporary neighborhood.|
|Visting the all too visible shadows.|
|Failing to blend in with the hipsters because beauty is not passe.|
|Blissing out to a full and extensive vegetarian menu.|
|Not letting the rain stop our adventures.|
|Just taking it all in.|
It's remarkably warm. This is my favorite kind of weather, the low sun and brisk wind, the anticipation of Nature's deciduous color show. Nostalgia and drama are palpable in the air.
The weather seems to have changed abruptly around here and I think we'll be harvesting the last of our tomatoes in the next week. Hard and soft neck garlic, and shallots will be in the garden soon.