My Home Garden
The side yard still shows some color:
So does the back yard. On Saturday -- a "warmer" day -- I cleared the pond of leaves.
The Palisades Neighborhood
I love my neighborhood, and Sunday provided just another "why." I made the three-minute drive to the weekly farmer's market next to the Safeway's parking lot. Figs, the Lebanese restaurant/carryout I visit often, is just across the boulevard from the parking lot. At each place, I stocked up on provisions that will provide healthful meals for this non-cook until Thanksgiving. And at each stop, merchants greeted me as "John" or "Mr. Schappi."
Driving home, I stopped for a brief walk in Battery Kemble Park, which opens off MacArthur Boulevard, our "Main Street." Coming toward me in the shot below is a mother, with a child and dog. On my Battery Kemble walks, I'm the oddball solitary walker.But I'm used to being the oddball.
The weather was so lovely (ha!) that I drove a few extra minutes to visit my favorite street in the Palisades -- Potomac Avenue, which runs along the bluff above the Potomac River. The winds that ushered in this Artic front took down most of the remaining leaves. But the bare trees now reveal Chain Bridge that connects DC with the Virginia palisades:
This location was once an open-air dance pavilion, a popular warm-weather stop on the trolley line. Later, the structure was turned into a house for more private and intimate pursuits.
There's one exception to that campaign: family and friends. More than ever in my life, I feel supported by the people I love. For me, that particular bounty makes this late autumn feel more like April in Paris.