Leaf-peeping season is in full swing here in the Berkshires, despite near-record scorching heat (it was in the 80s today). In this kind of environment, the chore of driving forty minutes to the market becomes a real pleasure.

Now, which of you city dwellers wants to come visit? We have an air mattress just crooning your name, and Dan has perfected both his apple pie and Autumnal homebrew recipes. Bix, as always, is thrilled to greet new guests and will, if you ask nicely, curl in the shape of a giant, white apostrophe at your feet in the night, when it’s cold. If that isn’t temptation enough, well, then I don’t know what is.

See you soon.