It is apple season again. Time for pie and cider and eating out of hand.
September is back.
And I find, still, that I miss school. I miss the stuff of it. It’s been too many years since I’ve bought school supplies.
It’s been a hot summer in Chicago. This July and August we’ve watched the mercury climb into the nineties more days than I care to count.
Don’t they look lovely? A little bit exotic?
I know I’ve seen them before, sitting in baskets at the farmers market, pale and papery, like tiny tomatillos or ornamental lanterns.