One of my sisters and I decided to take a walk up the mountain. We detoured to an apple tree that I thought was plums and it was a great disappointment. It would have been fine if the apples weren't tiny miserable orbs of lousy flavor. I wasn't in the mood to confront potential bears, so we didn't explore down the road where I know there are plums. This was not cowardice, this was wisdom, I assure you.
I love fall. I wish I had a cup of hot cider in my hands, sausage and crackers to nibble on, or perhapsjust a caramel apple. Or maybe something spicy and pumpkin. I need a good fall food fix. It's time.
Savour the seasons,