Weekend Walks: High Line

On long weekend walks around the city, husband and I like to stop at the High Line. 
It's a little slice of green in the middle of the concrete jungle. And the history is pretty incredible. 

Back in Connecticut this weekend, we're seeing a bit more green (and red and yellow and orange in the turning trees) while celebrating my father-in-law's birthday.
I'm working remotely this afternoon (the not-so-glamorous side of PR)
but we'll find time for overdue talks with family, long fiction novels and an hour or two on the front porch, wrapped in blankets.
Have a wonderful weekend!