It’s the end of the season. A good covered pie is still on my mind. I brought granny Smith apples and some red plums to bake. As always, I get busy with something else, or put the project on hold until I have more time and a better mindset. My little sister doesn’t share this notion. She swept the whole bag of apples. All but one, as I discovered later.
Lebanon hasn’t failed to show us that. Days of rain and storms, cold weather, and autumn fruits.
I think I’m starting to grow fond of spring and autumn. They are the seasons that have moderate temperatures, beautiful clear weather and delicious produce (although I wouldn’t lie to you, I’m taking a jacket with me to work and I’m having a thick cover at night over me)