We were at the farmers market just after stopping by Paragon Sports to pick up your water bottle and bug spray. There were these great green apples. I forget what they were called. But they had put out some slices for us to taste and they were so good, I had two. I picked one up for you, but you weren’t there when I turned around. It took a moment for me to figure out that you had wandered off to buy the apple cider donuts you had been craving. You were so happy.
We still have a couple of the apples in the fridge. They are a little soft now, but just as tasty.
I miss you.
Something Fierce 