Oh, as summer’s tight curls loosen and tumble into autumn. Honestly I adore fall just as much as summer. Here in Missoula we have air as crisp as a perfectly ripe pink lady apple and sky as blue as my Ruby’s eyes. Things are twitching toward fall around here. It’s still completely summer but the crispness and the blueness are whispering hello, we just have to hop over a few mountain passes, fill up in Rocker and we’ll be there by supper.