It's always sad saying goodbye to summer. But the crisp fresh air, low amber light, crackle of leaves underfoot and steaming bowls of soup are helping lessen the blow.
This is also the season for finding chestnuts, which my sister and I collected on our almost-daily walks with our grandma growing up. I wish she could have been there today when Sophie discovered them for the first time. And, oh my gosh, guess what I just realized? She would have been 101 today. That's interesting that I had the last-minute idea to go a different way home, and we stumbled on a chestnut tree. On her birthday.

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