I keep time in three different calendars: my Space 24, and liturgical and nature’s seasons. Like three different gears on a clock sometimes they run separately and together. Sometimes one predominates, and today it is nature. Fall harvest time is here.
Like the little girl waiting for Christmas, every year I wait for apple time. Finally, it has arrived.
Sweet, tart, crisp, juicy apples–apples that snap when you bite into them. Not the tasteless mush available the rest of the year, these apples and fresh-pressed cider are the taste and color of fall.
Everyone has their favorite kind of apple and favorite place to buy them. Mine are macouns, apples that are only available for a short time every fall. A great place to get them out my way is Wickham’s Fruit Farm. Some other great eating apples are mutsu (also called crispin) and honeycrisp.
I’ll be feasting on apples all of this month.