Apple Picking, Yellow Leaves, Little Brown Bear

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When I wear this hat, I somehow feel like a little brown bear. It changes my personality, makes me milder. (I guess I'm thinking teddy bear, not actual bear.) Is it silly? I don't even care if it's silly. It pleases me. I once got a compliment on this hat, shouted out at me by a hipster Harvard student. "Excellent hat!" he said, as I crossed the street, headed for the giant Anthropologie. That was a pretty good moment.





As was apple picking last weekend. Simple little orchard about an hour away from our house. And the day was just right for it--a bit crisp. And the yellow of these trees is just what I love about a New England fall. We came home with two enormous bags full, and we're making steady progress. Apples with every meal! Baked apples! Crisped apples! Apples! Apples! Apples!   

Comments

Mike and Emily said…
I like it! And I like apples too! And you!
November 15, 2011 at 11:39 PM
Genevieve Beck said…
It just sounds so ideally New England autumn!
November 16, 2011 at 12:54 PM
ginger said…
Hey Deja,
I just found your blog. I love the hat and the hipster complement! We've been inundated with apples recently as well. Tarte Tartin is my new favorite apple treat. We might have had it for breakfast five days in a row...whoops.
November 16, 2011 at 7:08 PM
David and Melanie said…
Love the hat! and gorgeous pics :) East Coast falls ROCK!
November 17, 2011 at 12:06 AM
Amara said…
I hate it when you've posted and I don't notice right away! Yeah when the babies were small, Kira and Meesha and I would go pick and do everything with apples we could think of. I miss having an inundation of apples.
November 20, 2011 at 10:40 PM
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