I set my glass of wine down as I was looking up a recipe in Fannie Farmer for apple pie and suddenly I felt a photo coming on. This counter is oozing with Autumn. Market apples for one fiddy, pumpkins from the neighbor and field mushrooms brought in from Brent’s pasture walk sit patiently as I prepare for processing. Last year’s garlic and shallots hang expectantly next to some dried peppers we received from another friend. I hope next year I will hang my home grown ones. They are snugged in nicely in our new veggie patch. Now I wait.