Fall weather in Chicago this year has been up and down, with brief periods of sun amid days of cold rain. Today we seized upon one of the warm and dry periods to enjoy a ride up the lakefront. A lot of Chicagoans had the same idea, so we detoured off the crowded main trail to amble through secondary dirt paths.
Betty Foy and Sir Raleigh made ideal riding partners. Not only do they share dashing good looks and utilitarian common sense (Brooks and Honjos and lugs, oh my!), they naturally move at near the same pace.
November is only one week away (yikes!) and I took advantage of the 60 degree temperatures to wear my favorite vintage dress for what may be the last time until April. The red shoes should work throughout the slushy winter, safely nestled in the basket until I reach my destination.
I am mentally preparing myself for the end of fall, although last year the snow did not arrive until late November. I’m kinda obsessed with appreciating the colored leaves. I love winter white, but it lasts soooo long here. How is the line between fall and winter looking for everyone else?