It is the start of the apple season – for the next month or so we will be biking to the Mont Bruno to pick up delicious apples as they ripen. The wet heavy heat is gone, the mornings are cool, the shade is even colder and now we welcome direct sunlight instead of fleeing it. Evenings are beautiful. I can’t get enough of the forest. I hurry there at every possibility – it is never enough, it is always enough, always more than I asked for. I feel overwhelmed with all this beauty, all this change, I feel simultaneously in it and outside of it. The one thing I absolutely hate right now is the thought of the coming winter.