Apple Day

Couldn't have ordered ourselves a better day.  Well, maybe just a tad bit cooler as really, one ought to wear a sweater on Apple Day.  But you won't hear me complaining about the short sleeves.

It's become an annual tradition, our trip out to Edy's Fruit Farm with Melinda and Will, picking apples and picnicking by the trees before choosing a pumpkin and posing our ever-increasing brood of children amongst the pumpkins.



Today was as delicious as always.  This year, four littles happily munched apples and pears as we meandered through the orchard, taking full advantage of their wonderful, sample-at-your-will policy.  This year our picnic spot was a bit high-traffic (turns out, we're not the only ones who thought today was the day...) but we reveled in it, sipping our coffee (from real mugs, thank you) with pride as we lounged on blankets in the sun.

The leaves are nearing their peak.  The shadows are longer.  There are two large bags of apples in my kitchen. Never mind the 80 degree days.  Fall is here.

Tomorrow, we'll welcome it with soup and bread and cider and friends as Second Sunday Soup returns.  I am looking forward to it.  I am vowing right now to try to slow down this fall, and truly savor the moments of this most fleeting of seasons, in ways that matter.

Starting with posting pictures for you, because what matters more than that??