Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

In case you were wondering, that title describes the weather we have been having here, the way the trees are starting to look, and the way the air smells (if it is possible to "smell beautiful"). It's beautiful (beautiful, beautiful...) days like this that make me say, "Who would NOT want to live on Chestnut Hill?"

And who wouldn't? Probably people who don't think the beautiful, beautiful autumn, end-of-summer, and end-of spring days don't make up for the middle-of-summer humidity or the middle-of-winter snow. But those people need to rearrange their priorities, because Chestnut Hill at this time of year is perfect bliss. Of what other place can that be said? (Please regard that question as rhetorical.)