Fall is coming when the wind begins to blow. Red leaves drop, mixing with yellow and the fading green grass. Red flowers close up and trees grow bare, waiting for the briskness of winter.
Just as strawberries mark the month of May, apples are the flavor of fall. I am always sad when the short strawberry season ends. But then fall arrives a little later with a different kind of sweetness. Apples. The beautiful, red ones that grow heavy on a tree. The shiny mix of green and red ones at the orchard, waiting to be picked.
And the fruit of this season carries over to winter when darkness spreads and growth is slower. The goodness of a fresh, red apple continues to satisfy the taste I crave when the farmer’s market closes until spring.
Step outside. Feel the air changing and bringing that coolness from the north.
“The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.”