I love Fallingwater. It smells like wet leaves and cold air. I have more I could say about it, but I love these pictures and want them to speak for themselves. Also I’m tired, and can’t stop thinking about Thanksgiving. Maybe I’m self-absorbed. Kate’s going to make stock tomorrow while I’m at work. Fala and I are in our matching pajamas.
How do you spend your Thanksgiving? What’s your favorite dish? Or least favorite tradition? This year, I’m thankful we can gather again.