Pumpkins Lined the Walk to the Front Door

I crashed on the bed last night with a stomach full of good food (sparkling blood orange juice! grilled salmon! rosemary carrots! gorgonzola! cobbler!) and my mind still at NieNie’s charming white house and her just-right Welcome Autumn Party.

In fact, even now—the morning after—I’m still basking in the glow of the candles on the table and the laughing—oh, the laughing! 

Thank you Stephanie. 

At the table, Collin said, “Now, you know this party never happened if you don’t blog about it.” With all the bloggers at the table—both little and big—I’m pretty sure he was mocking. But still, I blog this morning because I would hate to think it never happened.
 
One year ago today.
Two years ago this month.