Bonni Brodnick Blog

Ode to first day of fall: Swing into fall, Fall into the swing.

     I'll be signing books at the Pound Ridge Library author's table  at the upcoming   Pound Ridge Harvest Festival .   Mark your calendars for Saturday afternoon, October 13  in Scotts Corners  on Westchester Avenue  in Pound Ridge  on a beautiful autumn day (we hope)  in the state of New York.

Hold onto your hats. Thar's a storm blowin' in. Haul out the tarpaulins. Hunker down. Be lively and harness the winds. Bring home the cows. Hurry, mate, and reef the sail. Shut the front door.        The Accuweather forecasts a thrashing night of storms ahead for the Northeast. Sugar maples in our field are bending from the heavy winds. Shimmy, shimmy, shake, shake.      Be safe, kind readers. Call me in the morning and let me know you weathered the storm.

Do you know what "Twelect" is?  Peops, we're in the election season wind-up. You should know! Read all about "Twelect" and more in the newest issue of Times of Brunswick: http://www.brunswickschool.org/about-brunswick/times-of-brunswick/ You'll be shocked. You'll be awed.  You'll think, "Geez. Why didn't I think of that?"

     Truman as seen exiting the Democratic Convention and wondering if he packed an umbrella.

You gotta love someone who dyes their hair to match a political convention. There's just a certain je ne sais quoi about that bright flag-red head in the crowd with the "Go to hell" bob.

A  new stash of books is now available at Plum Plums in Pound Ridge. Along with getting a signed copy of Pound Ridge Past, you'll be tempted by the shop's delectable selection of the world's best cheeses in their prime. Plus lots of other cool stuff, like truffle salt, quince paste, breads and more. Plum Plums is located at 72 Westchester Avenue. If you can't get there today, call Audrey or Adam and have them put aside a copy for you.          T: 914.764.1525 ~~ For more info, go to poundridgepast.com or drop me a line at poundridgepast@gmail.com. ~~

My son and his belle came up from the city to spend the weekend with us in Pound Ridge. Is there anything better than G&T's on the patio, grilling for dinner, then treasuring the moment even more as the sun sets, the full moon shines through the trees and a pesky firefly lands on the kerosene lantern? I don't think so.  As my good friend, Robbie, says ... "Living the dream."