Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year.
The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…―J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
These are the juicy, delicious, crisp days…
…of end-of-summer,
of beginning-of-fall,
of childhood,
of parenthood.
I want to sit and savor them forever.
You may have gotten teary eyed thinking of time’s passage, but I had to laugh at the expression on your son’s face. I think he burned a hole through the apples with that glare. Ha haa aha aaa I have received that laser burn myself (and survived …. barely)
That’s really fun.
I would also love to bring my nephews to apple farm this weekend or next.
Did you make some apple pies?