We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
Fall has always been a second-favorite season for me. I love the changing of the leaves and the smell of fresh cider. My husband is a bonafide cider addict. The minute the presses open he is the first in line. Just "sayin", too much cider isn't necessarily a good thing! We are fortunate to live very close to many fruit farms and the applies and fresh cider are abundant this time of year. These two beauties are the honey crisp variety and a favorite of my family but they probably came to our stores from Minnesota or some other place cold.
One of my favorite memories of childhood is when my Mom and Dad would load us all in the station wagon to make the trip to Muckley's fruit farm. Those were the days when nobody was buckled in and we flew all over the back end of the station wagon on the backwoods, Ohio road we took to the farm. This was no small trip since there were six kids in my family. Do you remember that feeling when you crest a hill and you're going fast enough that your butt hits the seat about 5 seconds before your stomach returns to where it should be? It's amazing to me how much emotional energy can be attached to everyday objects/food. I feel so fortunate to have made those trips with my family and have made it a point to make sure our children experienced similar things. I now see my children carrying out these seasonal traditions with their families and I feel that I have done due diligence in instilling a certain respect for things of nature and tradition! Yep, I see all this in an apple!