I embraced the perfect September weather on Saturday and dragged my hungover honey out of the apartment for a nice long walk. We stopped at the farmer's market in Park Slope to pick up some yummy stuff for our week's meals, and then sat on a park bench enjoying the afternoon light while some kids played baseball and a dog romped around with its family nearby. It smelled, looked, felt, and was, the most quintessential autumn afternoon. Few things make me happier than people watching in a park, with a scarf around my neck and a pumpkin spice latte in my hand.
