Last weekend was Labor Day, and the City totally emptied out. At first I was a little wistful we hadn't made plans to go anywhere, but it turns out we didn't have to leave the confines of the urban jungle to find a little breathing room and some natural respite.
What I'm saying is, the nice thing about staying home when everyone else goes on vacay, is that you get the best spots of the City to yourself. Which for us, meant a trip to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.
Normally totally overrun with crowds on weekends during late spring and summer (with lines down the block during the much-heralded Cherry Blossom Festival), it was so quiet and peaceful and totally charming.
Not to mention that the rose garden was stunningly in full bloom. A riot of boisterous colors in every direction, as far as the eye could see.
It was such a beautiful afternoon, perfectly capped off by a pizza and beer happy hour with friends at a new spot in our neighborhood. And even though we didn't make it to a beach for the long weekend, we did manage to get some sand between our toes at Brooklyn Bridge Park's Pop Up Pool beach.
And then, this morning, on the walk to work, the skies were gray and drizzly and - Mary Poppins-like, a changing wind was in the air. Fall might be here only temporarily, but I'm welcoming an end to this heat wave. Bring on the chunky knits and oversized cardigans and fluttery scarves! Here's to roasted root vegetables and pumpkin pie and apple crumbles! Three cheers for brisk autumn winds and bright scarlet and gold foliage!
See you next year, Summer.