I would like to go apple picking!

I ADORE apple picking. Really I am starting to think it is a sin to live in places that apples won't grow.

It's so fun and easy! And mostly a nice drive to the country and then a lot of cooking -- IME, more apples than you need get picked in about 15 minutes.

And no, I don't really care about the name. It's for regular use, so no one's really going to be looking at it. BUT! I could make up some story about how I stole it off a dead man's body if people ask! That would be awesome.

That would be awesome! The back of my hand is still blue from the dog-walking incident, and I told my husband I wanted to tell people I'd been in a fight. He didn't seem to think that was likely.

Liese, I'll e-mail you about the Bible. I'm thrilled it's going to someone I know and who will use it. It really is a lovely book -- gilt edges, maps, indices, etc.

Home to my folks for Turkey Day, Canadian Edition.

Ditto

I like apple picking, too. Maybe they'll still be in season when I visit my friend in Charlottesville in a few weeks.

Tonight: put my bare-root rose in a pan of water with some powdered vitamin B (it supposedly encourages root growth), meet my friends for media night.

Tomorrow: running group, plant the rose, go to wine tasting.

Sunday: as little as humanly possible. Maybe laundry, but no promises.

Sweet. Will look for the email. You can be assured that I'll bang it up and scratch the gilt off! Hee.

I love apple picking too! It used to be one of my favorite growing up in Ohio things.

And we had a great orchard in New Mexico, although not a pick-your-own. But here we're missing it. I was actually thinking about looking for one.

There's actually some sort of orchard on our way to our farmer neighbor, but I don't know if it's nuts or what, and they never put a sign out, so they are either not actively cultivating or they don't sell to the public. It's not apples, though, because I can't see the fruit.

Okay, I lied. I know I have your e-mail address somewhere, but I can't find it. Can you e-mail me?

I'm also missing Fall and really missing my mom (and dad, too). I've been having fantasies about moving closer. Can't tell if it's just hormones/nesting or my real feelings. We'll find out, I guess. I love this time of year, so it's kind of sucky to feel melancholy. But I am really excited to be getting closer to meeting my son!

Insent, Dana. And huh. I thought I had my profile addy displayed but I must have turned it off in a fit of pique or something. Oh, no, I remember, I turned it off to see what it looked like on the stompy page when the address was private. Forgot to turn it back on, I guess.