Friday and Saturday I was all set to write a post about how autumn has really begun. The brilliant, dazzling trees - during my five years in France and Rochester, I saw pictures of Vermont fall foliage in magazines and stuff, and I remember assuming that they were cherry-picking (so to speak) the best examples in the state, that relatively little actually looked like that. So it was a pleasant surprise to notice colors like that on the drive home from work one day. :) And Saturday my dad and I got out the cider press, went over to Rick's, picked some apples and made four gallons of cider. And we didn't have time to finish all the apples we got, either - more cider-making is planned for next weekend. 2 gallons for Rick, and probably the rest for us. Good times.
Unfortunately, it looks like I won't get the chance to write that entry. BECAUSE IT'S SNOWING OUT.