come october, i find it hard to believe there is any place so idyllic as just about anywhere in new england is. now, new england in january – another story. but fall is something new england nails. the brightly colored trees, the charming farm animals, the freshly made and still burning hot in your hand donuts – all followed by a crisp brew in a cozy pub… well, it is almost just too much for me to bear.

(pics snapped during a perfect weekend at home in massachusetts with my family and friends. in addition to the apple picking excursion, five 30-ish old pals had a sleepover, soon-to-be babies and birthdays were celebrated, homemade chili was eaten, and general coziness was had. ‘bye now.)