I'm never far from nostalgia I suppose. And a change in season always brings it on.
It's been a rough year for many. And one who lost a home and most of their business in a wildfire was our region's most famous and beloved Dixon's Apple Farm.
There won't be loads of their wondrous and sweet champagne apples to haul home this fall, or to ship to loved ones far away. The apple wood bundles we used to gather for our first hearth fires have already been consumed.
For a lot of folks it's an enforced season of an unsettled rest, and then a new beginning. And our own hearts journey with them.
It's also nature's time of turning inward, and I'm going with the flow. Picking the last of my own small harvest. Gathering seeds for a new season. Taking joy in the coming of autumn pleasures and its bounty.
Gathering up memories, instead of apple wood, to cheer me by the fire.
by Robert frost
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