A trip to an apple orchard is not the same without millions of yellow jackets buzzing around, though I can't say that I missed the annoying pests. Still, the cold winds blowing from the northwest reminded me that winter is not far, and I was glad I decided to wear a fleece jacket on our journey in search of pumpkins and cider.
The storm clouds that intermittently passed overhead provided a few minutes of colorful skies around 7:00 pm, and my dying camera battery permitted me a few last photographs of the hues on the celestial canvas. The rest of the family stayed inside, away from the chill and close to the doughnuts and cider, but I was drawn instead to the skies above.
Gloves would have been useful tonight, though using my passport to travel to a distant Mediterranean coast sounded more captivating.