This week I brought home walnuts for our table. They always remind me of the photo from which 3191 was born.
I was gifted the most fragrant and lovely pears.
They became a delicious galette. Wonderful both warm with ice cream at night and cold with a cup of coffee at breakfast.
The pears made their way into a roasted squash soup with ginger as well.
The leaves are afire and blanket our sidewalks. (This photo reminds me of this post—sister wasn’t with us this time). We have to dash out for walks between rainstorms.