Abby and I are packing the dehydrator full of apples from the tree in the backyard.
Tom’s streaming a great live concert over the stereo.
Sun’s streaming in our (dirty) windows.
Pancakes with apple butter.
Tom left to ride 20 miles to the blueberry farm. We’ll meet him there to pick in the last of the warm sun of the season.
Later, we’ll pickle some of the summer squash and join friends for a birthday celebration.
Then local ham with our farm-share potatoes and salad.
Perhaps some homemade apple cookies.
Savoring it all. . . this calm and idyllic day. A pause in the whirlwind fall days.