Good morning from Flagstaff, guys—Chris and I did our little annual fall day and it honestly might be my favorite one we’ve ever had. We started the only way a good fall day should: breakfast (I got a vegan burrito, we split the prettiest sourdough French toast), and then coffee because obviously. I tried a flat white and realized I actually love when coffee tastes more like coffee (less milky, a little stronger), and we found the cutest raspberry pistachio croissant that was a 10/10 once we dipped it. After downtown, we drove up to chase the fall leaves and I was genuinely in awe—like, the most vibrant oranges I’ve ever seen, even with a totally cloudy sky. I took the cutest photos (yes, for like an hour), used my polka dot umbrella as a prop, and we just soaked in the fog, the mountains, and that “Pixie Hollow” feeling where you can see different seasons in one view. I also shared something important: I felt convicted after visiting an antique store that had witchcraft/tarot/spell items, and I don’t want to promote or support that. Then we ended the day at my favorite garden-style coffee spot with pumpkins everywhere (yellow pumpkins?!), and finally got lunch—fish and chips on newspaper with spicy jalapeño tartar sauce. Cozy, silly, dreamy… everything I wanted.