Cider Press Hill

Seasons change

Monday, 6:39 am

By Kate





Last night we enjoyed the first true autumn temperatures of the season. By late evening the mercury had already dipped into the lower fifties, which is darned cold after the past few nights of sticky mid-seventies. But I threw open the windows and let the freezing (it felt freezing!) air rush in. And then I piled on the blankets and burrowed in for a good pre-winter’s night sleep.

It’s times like that when I think autumn is my favorite season of the year. Until spring arrives after a long winter. Then it’s tempting to say that spring is my favorite season of the year. I think, with the exception of summer, the other three seasons are my favorites when they first arrive. So, for now, autumn is my favorite and it’s here, which means now is the time to make applesauce and bake apple pies. That’s my autumn ritual. Soon the first snow flakes will fall and I’ll be wildly excited, until that excitement gives way to longing thoughts of spring after 5 feet of snow flakes have piled up. And so it goes, year after year.

For a while longer, anyway.