Were it not for my tall guy waiting for me on the island, I probably would have put up more of a fuss when I left Michigan. Remember how I scheduled my time home for one very specific art fair? As cultured as I pretend to be, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I really came home for the cider mill and more importantly, the cider mill donuts.
Just before I left Michigan, fall was making her annual debut. This is unabashedly my favorite time of year. The leaves, the sweaters, the chill in the breeze that whispers of winter. I got to see the farmers' markets stuffed with tomatoes and mums. There's something about mums in the fall that gets me every time... There was a deplorable lack of cider due to droughts and lack of apples, but the breezes and donuts were available in abundance.
Life has been running on full gear since I've returned. Amid our move, which is still ongoing, we've both been working, sifting through seven different time zones, dealing with car issues up the ying yang, handling more immigration issues, and juggling more things than I thought we could. I am so looking forward to a few free Saturdays in October when I can kidnap Mr. F and whisk him away to the Troodos mountains of Cyprus. We can hide from the boxes which I'm sure will still not be unpacked and escape to the cool mountain air that reminds me so much of home in the autumn. We'll watch the leaves change and catch some souvlaki. Not necessarily cider mill donuts, but hey, it's all Greek to me!