The 21st Night of September

. . . we had a party. Complete with a charcuterie board and disco music. So many cheeses. So much good music. So many good friends.

[No pictures of the actual people, unfortunately, but they were there!]

Also, you know when dates on the calendar actually coordinate with the weather to make winter or spring or whatever feel like a certain season has finally arrived? That happened on Saturday (the 22nd of September). It was the first day of fall, and a brisk wind swept through, clearing out the weird subtropical humidity that has been hanging around far too long. 

Fall is here.