Stacks.

I hold a special affection for stacks of fruit. They're bright & pretty & organized. I have a polaroid of this same stand, from a few weeks ago (it's right around the corner from Caracas Arepa Bar & Butter Lane down in the East Village).

I took this photo this morning, after a meeting I had for seminary & a quick walk through the farmer's market at Union Square. There isn't a cloud in the sky today, but it was cold enough that I was wearing a corduroy jacket & jeans. PERFECT. I love, love, love fall.

Oh. Tara isn't here this weekend. Sigh. It's sort of a sad-slash-funny story. See, she was ready to drive to the airport on Thursday - bags packed, Kevin's schedule rearranged & kids scheduled with babysitters, playdates etc. for the weekend - when she printed her tickets & noticed that she had accidentally booked her ticket for, um, November. Instead of September. I guess this is just one of those situations where I just remember that my sister bought a ticket to come visit me because she loves me so much, & even though it didn't exactly quite happen (yet), it's the thought that counts. We can't wait to see her in November!