Rainy Days

Hello readers, our time together has been so short recently. That's unfortunately the consequence of this season, harvesting harvesting harvesting is all I seem to do. Weekends for me mean markets, driving my old blue Chevy into town and weighing down a card table with soda flats full of Autumn Golds, Luminas, Cinderellas and New England Pies. Of course, my favorite customers are the kids, who only have eyes for the big carving pumpkins. And getting dog kisses from Luke the Labrador.

But today was rain, and rain means a break from all that business. I get to actually use the fireplace that Tara insisted we add on to the house (as well as a new kitchen!), and just sit and reflect. Tara makes cocoa with cream from the Kroellsner Dairy, just down the road, and a shot or two of Peppermint Schnapps. My favorite thing about the rain, though, is that it's the only time she lets me bring Luke inside. He's getting older, ole' Luke. I guess we both are. A couple old dogs, keeping warm by the fire.

It could be a lot worse than that.