this was the week of the first blazers, the first mums, and the first hazelnut cappuccino cradled in my hands. i won't be fooled to think that summer has really, truly passed -- we've struck a deal that the a/c stays in the window until there are no more eighty degree days in the ten day forecast -- but this very moment, with the treehouse windows thrown open, a little breeze dancing in, the trees down below slowly gilding from the top down, and a navy tulle skirt laid out for my dinner date with mr. brown, delicious autumn doesn't seem so far off indeed.
happy weekend, friends!
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