Yesterday was a rainy day. Today I heard some rain quite early and rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke up it wasn’t a rainy Saturday, it was a foggy Saturday. Altogether horse of a different color.
There’s nothing like a layer of grey fog to set off whatever autumnal colors are around and perk things up.
Yesterday I stopped at my local apple place, knowing that my favorite apple has yet to be harvested. The owner let me leave my name and number to be notified when the Black Arkansas apples begin coming into the barn. Yeah, Black Arkansas! And she gave me a free pear to go with the apples I was taking home to tide me over.
Meanwhile here’s a bit of a different type of fall event, Unharvested by Robert Frost, via The Writer’s Almanac
May something go always unharvested!
May much stay out of our stated plan,
Apples or something forgotten and left,
So smelling their sweetness would be no theft.
– from Unharvested by Robert Frost
