Monday, October 7, 2013
Last weekend we went apple picking.
It's not really about the apples for me.
I mean, I love fall. The apples in baskets in my kitchen, baking a pie, all of it.
But when it comes time for the apple picking afternoon it's not really about the apples.
It's a chance to be outside.
A frozen moment in time to notice the details
Things that are still little
And some things that seem to be growing more each day.
A time of family and favorite seasonal traditions
A few last days to savor that good sunshine without jackets, hats, and mittens.
And it's another memory to tuck away and savor forever, juicy and sweet. Just like an apple.