I truly miss the seasons we had back east. It seems in Texas
we have “hot and hotter.” Not that I miss
really cold temps and snow, but spring and fall are quite lovely back east.
To me there’s nothing quite like feeling that crisp chill of
autumn in the air and getting to wear your sweaters for the first time of the
season. When I lived back east I had
quite the collection of sweaters, mostly wool. When I moved to Texas the moths
ate the wool so consequently my sweater collection became comprised of cotton.
Apples are a sign of Fall back east. When that cool crisp air rolls in a nice hot
mug of apple cider warms you up! Since
moving to Texas it seems we don’t have near as many occasions to bother with a
hot mug of anything (except your morning coffee or tea).
Apples were so prevalent we’d often go to apple orchards to
pick our own. I can still smell those wooden baskets emanating that earthy
apple smell. While us kids were busy seeing how many apples we could stuff in a
bushel my dad was busy eating apples! It’s
a known fact in our family that he loves fruit so he would eagerly volunteer to
take us kids apple picking. That freed
up mom to get things done around the house without a bunch of kids around. We’d
come home busting with pride as we showed our mom how many apples we picked.
(And dad came home with a stomach ache!)
Then we were on to the next apple adventure – squishing them!
That didn’t involve bare feet and large wooden vats like grapes.
More on apple squishing next.
