Last year I stopped eating apples. Let me be more specific: I stopped eating apples out of season. In the last few years, picking apples at a local orchard has become a ritual come autumn. My family goes, we get a ½ peck bag, and go to town. As I pick, I also eat. And … Continue reading In Season
The end of Summer. What marks the end of a season begins my favorite time of each year: Autumn. September through November. Fall. I look forward to it increasingly as Summer presses on. But once Labor Day hits, I wait no longer. It is the glorious beginning of Fall. Even if the weather says otherwise, … Continue reading An End. A Beginning.