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.
Lovely reflection. I just wish time wouldn't pass so quickly. Isn't funny how we look with excitement to the future and at the same time we are always mourning for the past?
ReplyDeleteI can't say it any better than our dear friend Patty, Tara.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful evening, my sweet friend. : )