This day was a keeper – one to bottle up and recall when February’s bone-chilling temps and not-so-nice snow and ice give you the Winter blahs. When stepping out the door, I felt like the “Pure Michigan” ad should be playing in the background. We are blessed with a second weekend day of beautiful weather, and, if you’re lucky enough to have Columbus Day off, another pretty day is in store for tomorrow. Whether you did yardwork, sat contentedly on the front porch sipping coffee and watching the world go by, or took a Sunday stroll, I hope you got out to enjoy the day.

I decided to leave later than usual and walk around the neighborhood, then head over to the Lincoln Park Farmer’s Market, camera in tow. I’ve not used the camera as much as I had hoped, so I was looking for a few photo ops of goofy-looking gourds or monstrous pumpkins. I knew there would be rows of glass jars filled with jams and jellies, their silver lids glinting as sunbeams hit them, or, the usual assortment of honey that would make Winnie the Pooh salivate. The market didn’t disappoint with its flowers, spooky candles and ghastly ghost wreaths either. The place was bustling, and sales, unlike the weather, were brisk as patrons scooped up the tail-end-of-the-season fruits and veggies from a variety of vendors and perused and purchased homemade baked goodies. It seemed like everyone else, just like me, decided to partake in all that Michigan has to offer and capture the flavors of Fall for their dinner table or holiday decor.

As Bill Shakespeare said: “one touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”