On Wednesday I woke up to a treat: it was 68 degrees outside in Phoenix, Arizona. There was a distinct chill in the air when I opened the back door to let the dogs out. My children begged us to turn on the heat. I wore a jacket to the studio. By school pick-up, it was 98 degrees and we had abandoned all pretenses of fall’s arrival.
Which is fine, becau…
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