Call us trite, but we’re joining the masses to sing the praises of the beautiful season that's upon us. Thanks for showing up, autumn.
Crisp morning air, trees seeming to burst into flames right before our eyes, it’s over before we have a chance to get sick of it… what’s not to love? Are we striving to scandalize with our unbridled exclamation? Of course not, but sometimes we’re willing to tip our cap to the obvious and talk up that which brings us pleasure: good food, cool tunes, and of course the many beautiful creations scattered about in our shop. These things are good in our fair city and, like fall, deserved to be lauded. Hey, while we’re at it, we admit that we think kittens are cute, although most birds would disagree. We guess you can’t always please everybody.
If talk of autumn and kittens leaves you uninspired, maybe this passage in Truman Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffanys will get you going. It makes us want to run out and spend the day outdoors, deadlines and duties be damned. Don’t blame us if it leads to your own delinquency.
“We ate lunch at the cafeteria in the park. Afterwards, avoiding the zoo (Holly said she couldn't bear to see anything in a cage), we giggled, ran, sang along the paths towards the old wooden boathouse, now gone. Leaves floated on the lake; on the shore, a park-man was fanning a bonfire of them, and the smoke, rising like Indian signals was the only smudge on the quivering air. Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring; which is how I felt sitting with Holly on the railings of the boathouse porch. I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.”
Heed our advice and get yourselves outside to enjoy this glorious short season. While you’re out there, come visit us. Let us help you get yourselves ready for the chillier weather.
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