We're in the season between seasons.
It's in the low 60's outside, yet all the leaves are still bright green. I want it one way or the other. Give me hot days where I can shut the doors and crank the airconditioner, or those cold days when I want to bake a pie and make a fire; the leaves turning yellow, orange and purple. These odd days with all the windows open make me feel out of step, like I'm waiting for something...
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Well now you've got us all waiting for you to bake a pie. I remember the apple pie you made years ago for Thanksgiving (Los Gatos). Thin, flaky crust with gold sparkles of sugar cinnamon on top. Yum, makes my mouth water just thinking about it.
Hey, cool: you have a blog! I also have one.
http://www.kristenfrantzenorr.blogspot.com/
hi Kristen, great to see you! I'm off to see your blog too!
hey Sabrina, yes I remember how much you loved that apple pie, I got really lucky that day! These days I'm thinking, peach!
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