Falling

My favorite wedding leftovers are fall branches. A big vase in my bedroom makes a tree in miniature, crumpling just like outside. Wedding work hasn't slowed yet, but instead has focused into intense bouts. One of my favorite friends was married a week ago and this coming weekend is an event that will bring me and 5 of my nearest and dearest assistants upstate. I'm holding my breath for the bottle of wine that will happen Saturday night at my grandfather's house. Fire in the fireplace. All that.

A few weeks back I stumbled upon a wasp's nest on a branch at the flower market, up for sale by a farmer in New Jersey. He told me he'd never finds them and especially so well preserved. I cradled it like a new born baby, skipped out of going to dinner that week and have been staring at it every chance I get. 

Fall is happening here, my collection of dried bits is growing and my houseplants are finally getting a break from the heat. Cider doughnuts and apple picking happened. The season's first shivers, too and a boatload of new old boyfriend sweaters were purchased. Tights have debuted. Leaves got stuck in my forever tangled hair and hot coffee is sounding better than cold. Hold on tight, fall. You are being very nice to me this year.