I am very much a creature of habit, and switching out my habits on a seasonal basis is like turning a gravel boat.

Which is to say: I have a lovely back garden, with a table and chairs and an umbrella, and apple and plum trees to stare at, and birds to listen to, yet this morning—August 13!—is the first morning this year I’ve had my breakfast outside.

Now that the gravel boat is righted, I hope to be back here until the snow flies.