All signs

Today I ate my first apple from the market, and shuffled my feet through the first of the crunchy fallen leaves.  The air is cool and crisp and fresh, and it's just beginning to pick up that tell-tale October scent of crumpled, drying foliage and wood-burning fires.  We may still be a day or two from the equinox, but in my book, all signs point to autumn.

Here's to soon-to-be-made chili and applesauce and butternut squash soup!