I've been in a bit of a dour mood, which is why I haven't been blogging. The reason for my angst? Apples!
This past weekend, my two best friends Dorota and Sharon came up to visit. This was going to be a summery weekend, complete with drive-in movies, tons of food, and peach and blueberry picking. Except that Saturday turned out to be a cool, gray day and none of us felt like driving that far to get to the peach orchards. So, what did we find instead? The first day of apple season!
Even though going apple-picking (and apple wine and hard cider tasting) was fun, I feel that summer came to a screeching halt as soon as we did that. I mean, apple pie, apple butter, apple cider, those are all Autumn and Winter things! Whine, whine. So now I am sitting with a fridge full of Paula Red apples, but no desire to do anything with them, because to do so would be to admit defeat, to admit the end of summer.
I don't care that I went apple picking, that August is almost over, or that school has just begun. I will find peaches and blueberries before it's too late- mark my words!
Meanwhile, I'll wallow in my Arctic Autumn Apple Angst some more, while you enjoy these photos of us frolicking around the Beak and Skiff Apple Orchards. As you eat your peach pies and bask in the summer heat, please think of me up here in the frozen Tundra!
Dorota & Sharon