I continued with my day, but throughout it, the taste of apple cider would swirl in my brain and invade my begging taste buds. We have a local farm stand--well, it's more than a farm stand--but anyway, we have one several towns over from where I live. It's about a 15 minute drive through the country. I knew they would be closing soon, but some long finger of autumn kept tapping me on my shoulder, apple cider, apple cider. I finally relented, drove out to the farm stand 20 minutes before they closed, and purchased this fruity liquor (just a term, it's non-alcoholic (-:). Once I got it home, it was gone within two days, and I haven't had a craving for it since. What a bizarre occurrence, but I don't question these things. I am a slave to the dictates of the season.
Finally, here is the painting I have held in my mind for some time.
Here are some other sightings from that day.
I see a thumbs up in this picture and a platypus!
Doesn't that gourd look like a swan or a goose looking behind itself?
I love the warty pumpkins, fabulous in their irregularities.
Safely in my car, home we go, cider man!
Some super expensive raw honey.
Just about to quench this urge!