Musings

Winter is coming

Blushing apple

Tonight we dined on fresh applesauce, delivered still warm by chef Cousin M.

Brass chest reflection

While she was here, we chatted for a bit on the front porch, nicely sun-warmed to the low 70s after a low this morning in the upper 30s (brr). I thought at first there had been no frost, but I did spot some on the roofs—but the field seemed untouched.