I don’t know what the weather is like where you live, but here in Colorado, it’s definitely been feeling like fall.  Cool in the morning and evening, sunny and breezy in the afternoon.  Swoon.  I think I’m in love.  And it’s been making me feel positively giddy.

I think I basically did all the same things I do most weekends.  Only made 100x better by the fact that I didn’t have a sweat mustache while doing it.

Fall time foods are slowly creeping back into my life.  Hi chowder, I missed you.

Round here, we celebrate when my sister returns from vacation.  Apparently.

I just know I’m not turning down a cake as beautiful as this.

Margaritas and cake with summer berries have nothing to do with fall or cooler temperatures.  I know this, but those things are welcome in my life no matter what season.

Chai on the other hand, couldn’t be more fall-ish.  And the family vacation going on on the other side of the table while I drank this at the Farmers’ Market couldn’t have been more awkward.  You know that stage when the vacation is almost over and you basically can’t stand to look or speak to each other anymore?  Yeah, it was at that stage.

I’m going to be so.dang.sad. when the Farmers’ Market ends and I have to cook my own breakfast again on Saturday mornings.

I wish I could transport you (and myself again please!) to Boulder on Saturday morning so you could feel that crisp air.

I forced Joey to “take a stroll” with me after breakfast.  And by “take a stroll,” I mean walk 3 miles to pick up a fresh baked loaf of Cinnamon Swirl from Great Harvest Bread Co.  Unfortunately the bread wasn’t out of the oven yet.  Fortunately, there’s a Nordstrom Rack a couple blocks further up the street that we could kill some time at.  I swear I didn’t plan that.

Oh and we stopped by some ski store so I could look at Northface jackets I can’t afford and to force Joey to try on a jacket that I will probably buy for him since he’s unwilling to buy it for himself.

Finished out Saturday with a light dinner at the Rockies game.

Oh wait, that was Joey’s dinner.  And it was anything but light.

Despite that whole losing another game thing, the weather was perfect.

And just when I thought the weather couldn’t get any better, I went for a Sunday morning run and probably grinned like a fool the whole time.  Being outside on a cool quiet morning all by myself was basically amazing.

And so is french toast made of Cinnamon Swirl.

I haven’t seen my best friend in two months.  TWO MONTHS.  Catching up while getting manicures was just what we needed.  Peru-B-Ruby, oh yes.

I could go to yoga in 45 minutes, but I’ll probably go for another walk.  Seriously, I cannot get enough of this weather!  Enjoy what’s left of your Sunday, friends.

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Is it still summer weather where you live?

What did you do this weekend?

What are you going to miss most when summer ends?