In Upstate New York, fall weather is what keeps us from completely falling into little sobbing heaps of protoplasm in March and April. And, so, in celebration and appreciation and anticipation, we feel compelled to get out in it as much as possible.
Cider donuts FTW.
I am taken with this tree. And the grim reaper in the background.
On Saturday, we celebrated the Featureless Saint's 40th birthday. For the record, 40 candles will totally melt the top of a well-chilled ganache.
Then, said Featureless Saint decided to destroy out upstairs bath. McGregor is helping, as he does.