We went apple picking a few weeks back, but now that I’m not blogging daily, things may get a bit non-linear around here. You don’t mind, though do you? Life is such a weird, weird trip lately, that these totally routine, totally predictable seasonal markers of time are what grounds me now. Because I don’t know about you, but sometimes life gets a little too surreal and it’s hard to know what I should be holding on to anymore. So we hold on to apples, and apple picking, and apple pie and apple donuts. Because that’s what’s familiar.
We have had the warmest Fall this year. Aside from the cold spell that weekend we went up to the Berkshires, it’s been consistently in the 60s and 70s for weeks. The weather’s confusing, but also amazing. I’ve been making it a point to spend it outside as much as possible before the cold settles in for good. We’re already gearing up for the holidays, business-wise, and after Halloween, the deluge of Christmas will hit because the holidays come earlier and earlier every year. We booked a trip after Christmas as a surprise for the girls. We never travel during the holidays (shhhh…you won’t tell them, will you?).
I was walking Miss C to school this morning and as we looked at all the brownstones decorated for Halloween she said that it was all going so fast. The days, the months, the years. Kid, you have no idea.