Bare branches reflected in a puddle—the epitome of melancholy. This drizzle is making me mourn summer.
Last weekend, I drove upstate to pick apples and pumpkins with my wonderful boyfriend and his lovely family. We had a great time in the sunny, crisp autumn air, feasting on cider donuts, and feeding cranky goats. We returned to the city rested, relaxed, and toting a HUGE bag of apples. I don’t want these juicy fruits to go to waste, so I’m trying my hand at some new recipes—applesauce, pumpkin & apple muffins, and apple cake. Here’s hoping that I get around to these tasty treats before our new rodent roommate (who has moved into the baking cabinet) gets hungry for a snack and digs in to my apple stash.
I love wrapping myself in a cozy shawl and cardigan and stepping out for a sunset stroll. Branches against a blue-green sky always remind me of Steichen’s dreary photograph of the Flatiron building. Here’s a stark silhouette in Ft. Greene Park.
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Middle English rot, root, from Old English rOt, from Old Norse; akin to Old English wyrt herb, plant, root, Old High German wurz herb, plant, Old Norse urt herb, Gothic waurts root, Latin radix root, Greek rhadix branch, rhiza root, Tocharian B witsako, Albanian rrânzë
1 a : the portion of the plant body of a seed plant that originates usually from the radicle at the extremity of the hypocotyl, functions as an organ of absorption, aeration, and food storage or as a means of anchorage and support
These blooms weren’t flattened by last weekend’s torrential downpour. Instead, they’re fuller and brighter than ever.
These lily pads floating in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden conjure memories of Monet’s dreamy water lily paintings.
Saturday afternoons are the perfect opportunity to make time for the scenic route. Last weekend, I hopped the A train to 175, climbed on a tiny, Jersey-bound bus, and met my friend Sara to escape the city for an afternoon. As we drove along winding, rolling Seven Lakes Parkway, it was hard to remember that we were only a short distance from skyscrapers and sidewalk scuttles. We made impromptu detours at Bellvale Farm and Sugar Loaf, where we gawked at cows and bought handmade ceramics from a women’s art collective.
From the LIRR to the Jitney, there are lots of ways to cool off and chill out away from the city. What are some of your favorites?