Live in each season as it passes;
breathe the air,
drink the drink,
taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influences of each.
Let these be your only diet-drink
and botanical medicines.
-Henry David Thoreau
Fall: it really is intoxicating, isn’t it?
I keep taking big breaths of the cool air, as if purifying my soul.
I know that sounds exceedingly New Age and corny, but it can’t be helped. I drink in that air as though my well were dry. I can’t get enough of it. Air that is crisp and full and quenching in some way unlike the thin air of summer.
I am hoping to get out tomorrow and do some apple picking!
The Honeycrisps are ready for plucking.
Apple crisp, apple cider, applesauce….
Pancakes topped with baked apple and cinnamon…
Oatmeal with apples and brown sugar.
A house warmed and cheery with the scent of apples.
I can’t wait.