Man oh man, I’ve been busy lately! Not only am I slowly working through molecular formulas and hours worth of organic chemistry labs, I’ve also got my share of to-the-grind work hours and a new internship that I’m super in love with taking lots of my time and energy! A lot has changed for me in the past several weeks, and while I won’t delve into it that much, I can definitively say it’s really not much of a “loss” to “lose” someone who is unappreciative of who you are and not supportive of life ambitions and endeavors. It’s so tough to be your true self with someone like that, and life is too short not to be your own, genuine, self with someone who really deserves it. I believe that you can’t lose the ones who are worth the fight, because they’re the ones who never want to be lost. Surround yourself with GOOD people, and the others will just sort of filter themselves right on out. Done and done! 🙂
Now on to what’s REALLY important! It’s THAT time!…it’s THAT season!…APPLE SEASON!! I wait patiently for this all year long. Be still my heart, apple season *flutter, flutter* <3
I know you can pretty much get an apple any time of year these days, but you have to admit, you can’t really GET an apple. Maybe a mealy, lac-luster, whatever kind of apple, but not a good one. Good apples can only be found this time of year, kissed gently by just enough cool air as it graces leaf-dusted hillsides. Lucky for me, I happen to live just a hop, skip, and a jump away from just such a hillside-studded place – a veritable apple mecca…a town actually named after the delicious, crisp, refreshing apple; a charmingly sweet town that’s ready and willing to let everyone know just what time of year it is by offering up warm apple cider, hand-crafted pies, and of course, fresh apples. It’s unmistakable. Unapologetic. Amazing.
Apple Hill is this wondrous, wondrous, magical place (especially if you’re into popcorn or kettle corn, but don’t even get me started on that!) in Northern California where fall has officially taken root. It’s the town you read about in books because places like it are all but extinct. If any place in the world could actually give you a hug and grab you by your sensibilities at the same time, it’d be Apple Hill! Boxes, and crates, and bins of apples, as far as the eye can see, every size, every color, about a million different varieties and names I’d never even heard of! An apple for every personality, every mood, every thought…every baking endeavor, and then some. (more…)