What She Shovels

I am thoroughly enjoying the beginnings of fall. The days are just a wee bit crisp, the mornings cool, the stores filled to overflowing with orange and black candies and jewel-toned leaves, and the scone of the day flavor at the local bakery has seen pumpkin a time or two. I can almost smell the turkey and the sage sauteeing in butter as my dad makes the stuffing for Thanksgiving…
And then my doorbell rang.
A local farmer was selling flats of strawberries for Damn Cheap and I bought half a flat. One fresh strawberry pie later, and I am transported momentarily back to the warm days of summer, when fruit reigned supreme.