Now I know how the squirrel feels. With the warmth of summer still hanging in the air like the last note of a concert before the applause, the days growing darker but the cold not yet drawing the heat away.…
There’s a reason the rhyme says, “Cinnamon, spice, and all that’s nice.” For me there’s nothing that says autumn like the smell of warm spice cookies wafting from the oven. Which doesn’t explain why I’m baking these cookies now…