This morning, I was resigned to Autumn. I went apple-picking yesterday, we made apple crisp (mmm-mmm!), and we smelled the wood fires on a cool evening. It is Autumn. I was at peace.
You should have seen my face this afternoon when I left the house and found it was 80 degrees out. Oh, New England, you tease!
Yesterday was a lot of fun, even before I saw this bumper sticker:
It was a beautiful Fall day, and the apples were ready:
Some of them have clearly been getting up to no good, though:
Even the small fry were having fun.
(This isn't someone I was there with; I felt okay with posting an unidentifiable photo of someone else's kid.)
Before you start picking, a peck doesn't seem like a lot of apples. As you're carrying them, it comes to feel that way.
And when you get them home, you're sure. A Lot of Apples. I have applesauce bubbling on the stove, which smells marvelous. I'll be making more before too long, given how many apples are still left. (I'm not complaining.) Yes, it was a lovely day.
I went shopping for a while between apples and evening plans. Didn't get anything exciting*, but I was pleased to find that the outlet mall has a Merrell store. When my feet are fully recovered*, that will be good to have.
*Although, if you are near a Harry & David and you like caramel corn, may I recommend the fat free caramel toffee version of the Moose Munch? It's not cheap, but you won't regret it. At all.
**The blisters are a lot better. I wear shoes! But those last two spots are not 100% yet, and as I learned, trying on shoes is inadvisable until they are. Nothing feels right.
Do you recognize these? There was a whole tree of them, looking like exploding raspberries. Fascinating.
After dinner, we went into Providence for WaterFire. It was very autumnal fun, and I took many blurry photos. A few are reasonably clear.
I hadn't looked at the website before finding it to link to, and I am greatly amused that they call it not a festival, not a party, but a sculpture. Riiiight.
I was taking some Pan pictures recently, since he was looking especially fuzzy in the sun:
When I turned my head, there was another country heard from:
Mmm... apples!
ReplyDeleteHope your feet - and Pan - continue to improve. (Hi, Harold!)
P.S. Your mystery tree appears to be a Kousa Dogwood (http://www.kousadogwood.com/ - scroll down)