Today feels like autumn. 

I’ve lived in the same house my whole life, and we have 3 apple trees - all cooking apples. Two of them are visible from my bedroom window, and so I associate what stage of growth the trees are with what season it is. This afternoon I went outside to pick up apples, and later I’m going to make an apple pie. An abundance of apples is something that is inextricably linked in my mind with autumn. In a couple of months the trees will be bare and I’ll be waiting for the cycle to start again - when I see apple blossom I’ll know that spring has finally arrived.

Autumn is my favourite season, and as I’m sitting here watching it rain with blue sky in the distance, I feel like it’s pretty close. Bright cloudless cold mornings, brown leaves crushed underfoot, and apples. Lots of apples.