Yesterday I took my mom and friend to Gays Mills. The purpose was to get apples but there was an underlying purpose as well. Vicki, my middle daughter, met us there. We had a lovely day getting apples, having lunch, and chatting.
The fall colors this year are a bit muted. Some trees are vibrant but mostly there are the muted greens and golds. It was a lovely drive. I hope everyone had a good time.
I came home with apples, cider, cookies, and salad dressing. I got to spend time with a friend, my mom and my daughter. It was a good day!
Today we’ve had a bit of excitement with our power going out for about an hour. It went out and we heard a loud bang outside. No idea what happened but we were without power.
I sat and crocheted after I notified the utility our power was out. I saw on their web site that almost fifty people were without power so probably a transformer blew. Now the power is back on and I’m at the computer for a little while.
Once I’m done with the computer, I’m going to work on holiday gifts. I have a number of them done, a lot more to do, and some to do for someone else. Next step for me, go to my craft room and gather up bags of the projects.
Rushing from the house, I stepped outside, took several hurried steps and stopped just a little short. It is only mid-September but one exhale showed a short puff of white. Fall has descended on us. The nip in the air dipped below freezing last night. It is a bit early but still it feels good.
I LOVE fall. It is my favorite season. The humidity usually dies away as the hint of winter nips at the wind. The fall flowers are persistently blooming. The trees start to shut down and show their brilliance.
Even the smells of fall are amazing. There seems to be a hint of wood smoke lingering even if we aren’t the ones having a fire. There is pumpkin with nutmeg and other fragrant spices. There is apple cider hot or cold to sip at with cinnamon.
Fall and harvest obviously go hand in hand. The crops are starting to dry for harvesting. The colors change and fade but don’t lose their appeal. The smell of drying corn as you drive the back roads makes you want corn on the cob. The bounty of the earth, the grains and fruits are plucked and stored.
September is just the beginning of this here in Wisconsin. The corn is still green, hasn’t gone that golden tan yet. There is a hint of a red gold as the sunset hits the tassels. Tomatoes plump and full of the summer sunshine are ready to be gathered from the vines. Will they be a fresh reminder of summer in the depth of winter as salsa or sauce? No matter the sweet fruit will be tasty when winter chills you to the bone.
Fall is the best time of the year…