I love a blue sky on a sunny clear fall day. The yellow leaves are barely hanging on to their branches.

Some have already let go and gathered on the ground.

Others are determined to hold out for just a little bit longer.

The sun is a very welcome presence, warming hands and hearts.

My green boots look very happy in a pile of leaves.

Please, fall, stay just a little bit longer.

My mom gave me this über-cozy white tube scarf for Christmas last year.

She knitted it herself — one for me and one for my sis.

That’s love.

Fall is looking amazing in New York right now. We spent Sunday strolling around Fort Tryon Park.

This is the last part of Manhattan where you can get a sense of the way the island looked before the Avenues and skyscrapers took over.

It’s way up-uptown, and you get a great view of the George Washington Bridge and the Hudson River.

Perfect place for a nap.

I have no idea what these crazy blue berries are, all I know is they’re gorgeous.

The perfect green wall.

I love the look of red leaves against a stone wall.

The cutest little beaver. I was watching him for a while and he did not seem scared, or move much at all. Good way to be.

Concrete Flowers.

The park is very filmic. How great would this spot be for the final kiss in a movie? We did see a couple about to get married. Love is in the fall air.

Fall is like a new beginning.

Freshness fills the New York air and sunlight illuminates the golden-hued leaves.

I think everything is going to be OK after all.

Friday night, I went to a dinner party at the Art Director’s club. It was really the afterparty for The Feast Conference. I could not attend but followed it via livestreaming all day. The theme for the dinner was fall.

There was lots of yummy food by local purveyors. Really good fish, bread, cheeses and, served inside those tiny orange pumpkins, the best pumpkin soup I’ve ever had.

There was banjos, laughs and dancing.

And a pretty Mezcal table.

The people who had donated the food were very excited to talk about it, none more so that the wine guys, who jumped up onto a table.

Each table had colored pencils, for brainstorming worldchanging ideas. We did mostly girly doodles, but who says love can’t change the world?

At ten, it was time to go home. All week, I had waited for the moment when I would be home, in my bed, knowing I could just sleep in and not have to get up early the next morning. It was divine.