Fall is upon almost us. You can smell it in the air, see it in the leaves at sunset...Color. Bright blue skies in the afternoon. Crispy nights. It's wonderful.
My measure of fall has always been the maple trees outside of Kinard. The three trees that explode with color overnight and then loose all of their leaves just as quickly. They were green as of two days ago, so, when they're ripe, it'll be time to pull out the cider.
More to come about my summer...
