This is a closeup of the apple tree in the backyard of the house I grew up in.  I should’ve swiped a bag to bring back to the city with me, but I did not.  And life goes on.

Anyway, last night in the grocery store when I was in the ginormous produce section that is filled with crazy shit I’ve never heard of because it’s geared toward the Puerto Rican population in the hood, I spotted a pile of pomegranates.  I discovered this delicious fruit while I was living in Italia and it’s a welcome surprise every time the seasons changes to cooler weather.  The reason is because it doesn’t taste like fall; it’s light and juicy and sweet.  Just like summer.  This has made me come to terms with the fact that the 80 degree sweatfest is officially over.  And I’m okay with that.