I had the blissful pleasure of attending a work party at the Gabriel Community Garden Demonstration Orchard yesterday morning. It meant picking apples and pressing apple cider, right there in the parking lot.
Apple cider. Fall. It's coming. I have so many warm things to say about September and autumn and apple and golden light. For now I will let the memory of apple pieces stuck in my hair and the sticky sweet smell of the juice fill me.
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