Recapping a weekend (as if that's possible)

A friend once observed that I write better in dislike than in like and that the latter mode can be treacly and bland.

This makes reports on our weekends upstate tricky.

The only critique I have so far of the Bouwerie:
It doesn't control the weather. After three weekends of odds-beating perfect weather, fall barged in on Sunday. It was gray, I wore a sweater, we didn't swim.

But, since every room in the Bouwerie (almost) has a fireplace, and I happen to favor fall, this too doesn't amount to something I can be grumpy about.

C - working on darker angle