September's What Are You Reading?

Reading and writing weather here in the White Mountains.

It’s raining as I write this—a lusty downpour leaving huge bucket puddles in the backyard while soaking the mustard yellow leaves of the black ash tree just outside our bedroom window. It’s raw and feels as the first bite of autumn should. A steaming mug of cinnamon apple tea sits next to me while a hearty chili (substituting bulgur for beef) is simmering on the stovetop. Comfort season is here, and I’ve been tucking into several good books.