On Saturday, I was again doing errands in Chestnut Hill, a rather preppy part of town.
As I turned a corner, the trees with their orangey leaves framed a slim middle-aged man on a three-speed bicycle, his schoolboy glasses fogging up from exertion. He wore lovely lace-up brown boots and khakis topped with a navy peacoat and a carefully knotted plaid scarf.
And attached to the back of his bike seat? A perfect wicker basket filled with Macintosh apples.
The whole scene made me grin for 10 minutes.
Ah, fall is definitely here!