The air was refreshing, the apples crisp and tangy and the leaves gorgeous.
They are telling us that this year's apples are the best
they have been in a long time due to all the rain we've had.
Driving past the orchards I can see they look big. Every
year we all go apple picking. A local farm helps make it
into a very fun day. They have hayrides, pony rides, and a
maze through the maize (cornfield) for the kids to get
lost in. We are going in the next few weeks. I love being
there in October when the leaves are changing. The
rolling hills explode with color. Whatta view they have
there.
But always a sense of dread, for one knew what was rapidly
approaching. Soon a six month confinement would begin.
Living in a Midwest industrial city, the snow would be
black, the dank noxious air filled with soot and the frozen
car balky. Before spring, the streets were more potholes
than pavement. While I took my sled to the local park and
learned to ice skate in a Pieter Bruegel pond scene, by
spring, cabin fever was rampant.
Contrast that with having just returned from a swim in the
river with the better half and the parrot. No dread, for
the temperature will rarely approach freezing this winter.
If I want snow, mountains are nearby and the color is
white.
Thanks for rubbing it in. <g>
I'm going to need a double dose of meditation today to help
shake the negative thoughts bubbling up inside my head. <vbg>
-JohnnyCrabAppleSeed |
