This will be my first official post since being added to this lovely blog. I am sorry it has taken me so long. It is hard to live up to the level of blogging done previously on this lovely page. I just wanted to say hello from Salt Lake where the leaves are crunching underfoot and the neighborhood kids are loosing sleep with anticipation over their Halloween costumes. (I did see a curious little lion running up Yale the other day, I think his name was Joey.) Anyway, I thought I would share with you some photos of the final farmers market of the year, sadly it ended last weekend at Pioneer Park meaning winter is slowly encroaching upon us...

*I have seen that lady in the picture all over Salt Lake and I don't know who she is. My mom said she used to see her at the Hotel Utah when she was a kid and she looks exactly the same. My mom thinks that she at least in her late 70s or early 80s. I guess botox really does do wonders!

Yale

I will be the first to admit that I am lucky. I realize I live in the lap of luxury (as in just 10 minutes from Versailles and, yes, (drum roll please) Johnny Depp lives nearby.)

But last night I had a dream about playing night games on Yale Avenue. And I wanted to drive up our street more than I have ever wanted any patisserie or a French boyfriend.

let's celebrate.

Just thought that it was necessary to post, seeing as Pam and Jim are our favorite couple. Ever.

ho provato.

Today I climbed to the top of the Duomo, and it smelled like fall. I stayed there for an hour, alone, the wind teasing my hair like static electricity and the sun glowing a dusty burnt orange. And I thought, You know, this is pretty marvelous.

I love Autumn. I love waking up one morning and just knowing it's finally here. Stepping out the door and taking a long, deep breath of that crisp air, remembering that you always forget just how good it is. I like the way you suddenly feel like you've started over, like this is a new you in a new chance. Fall comes and you feel a new commitment to life, a strong will to rededicate yourself to the things you love the most. They say Spring is the time for renewal and rebirth, but I think I am partial to the more serious recalcuations of Fall.

And then an American tourist couple joined me up there on the wall above the city, talking about how they definitely needed to blog that fantastic appled pork they ate in San Gimignano.

bye-bye Babar

bon voyage!

Bon voyage, buon viaggio and happy trails to you, A, E, and K. Pourriez vous s'il vous plaît écrire une fois? (Post/write once, if you can -- et merci). We will actually completely and very muchly miss you! We'll keep watch here on Yale's home front. Be safe. Don't do anything I wouldn't do (K and A, pretty sure you'll toss this out the window tout de suite), take lots of pictures, and have the time of your lives!
gros bisous,
M

“Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes." Henry David Thoreau

O Pioneers!

The King of the parade stole our hearts.

You decide who the Queen is...

Nellzie, looking Regal as ever behind Miss Annie.