Enjoying the chill

You won't catch me complaining about the chill in the air this week (that is, of course, unless my plants suffer as I think I was a little over eager with my basil...).  I've got chicken roasting in the over, a glass of red wine in my hand and am curled up in front of likely the last fire of the season with my pup.  Sundresses and white wine in March, sweats and red wine at the end of April.  There's something to be said for making the best of what you're given.