We have careened headlong into fall. Summer was a nonstop flurry of singing and travel, and the past three weeks or so have been such a blur of activity (my CD was officially released, my parents came to visit, DUCHESS took a trip to New Orleans) that the turning leaves and ever-cooler temperatures took me by surprise. I savor this time of year, and it was a bit jarring to glance at the calendar and realize that we’re rapidly nearing the end of October. With the exception of drinking a couple of pumpkin spice lattes recently (I know, I know) and the happy donning of my favorite scarves and sweaters, I’ve scarcely noticed that my favorite season is flying by; Thanksgiving will be here before we know it!
Yesterday, the lure of crisp air and clear skies proved to be irresistible and I took a couple of hours to meander through my Brooklyn neighborhood. With no particular destination in mind, I was free to stop and smile at brightly decorated brownstone stoops, festooned with oddly-shaped gourds and pumpkins of all colors and sizes. Upon returning home, I made a big pot of roasted butternut squash and apple soup. It’s a start.
Still on my fall to-do list? More only-in-autumn recipes, like this butternut squash strata from my culinary hero, Diana Henry. A caramel apple from the farmers market, and some apple cider to heat on the stove with a stick of cinnamon, too. Definitely a trip to Central Park for some quiet reading in the Conservatory Gardens (maybe I’ll pair this excursion with a visit to the MOMA to take in the Matisse exhibit). A late-afternoon glass of red wine in a cozy bistro, catching up with an old friend.
I know I’m biased—my all-consuming love of New York City is well documented on this blog—but autumn in New York glows with a singular beauty, perhaps borne of the juxtaposition of nature’s splendor and the city’s hustle and bustle. As the song goes, “it’s good to live it again.”