I'm a seasonal curmudgeon, wincing whenever the praises of autumn are sung too early (read: August). I like fall as much as the next person. But I like summer too, even the scraggly, overgrown bits that are everywhere right now. So I'm forgoing pumpkin-flavored everything to soak up the last of the season (read: swimming, flip flops, open windows at night and the end of the blackberries).
And speaking of summer, one thing I've been working on over the course of the past few weeks is painting a New England wildflower a day. I'm hoping to make a print when I've finished up, so let's see how long the blooms last. And while we're on the topic of prints, I just popped "The Bibliophiles" into the shop this afternoon.