They have a saying in Suffolk, England,–

"At Michaelmas time, or a little before,
Half an apple goes to the core."

– Wild Apples, Thoreau

I have no crafts nor helpful hints to share. We began some feast day projects but they remain unfinished. Too many things vying for our time this month.

Instead of busy-ness I marked this change of season with a walk through the orchard one very early morning before the children were even awake. It was the first really foggy morning this autumn and I have missed those.  I wandered out among the trees, stepping carefully between the tiny mushrooms, getting the hem of my pajama pants wet from the dew. 

The day promised to be as impossibly full as those that will follow for a little while, but it started with a deep breath.