After months of telling ourselves it was getting chilly, and Autumn was just around the corner, we are finally experiencing fall in the southwest. The days keep getting hazy, and the grey is finally settling in just like it did in a perpetual state in New York. One of the few things I took for granted there, if I'm being honest, (and I usually am too honest for my own good,) there were many parts of New York that I took for granted. Brian and I often get lost in memories of that peculiar place, and just how magical it all was really. Southern Utah is so different, but still oh so good in it's own fascinating way. The autumns here contain no real changing of leaves, and it's still in the high sixties, my Oleander is still blooming. So when the chill sets in, we take it and run with it, snuggling up to hot tea on the stove, and the smell of spearmint and lemongrass diffusing in the air. But yesterday was full of sweet memories, figuratively but mostly literally. We rarely eat sweets in our home, as well as processed and refined sugars, but occasionally, usually when we're celebrating something special, we make a trip over to our favorite chocolate shop. So when we found out it was National Chocolate Day, it just gave us one more reason to make a little trip there.