It’s the Big Guy’s birthday. Today our family is celebrating him, but I’ve also come to see this day as the demarcation of the seasons.
It’s not just because his birthday coincides with the second day of fall, but because his favorite birthday dessert is not cake. It’s apple pie, preferably made with apples from our own tree. It’s only after a few cold snaps that the apples start to take on a sweeter taste, and the first, tart bite, softened by the streusel topping, evokes all the soon-to-be wood-stove warmed evenings, homemade breads and stews, and evenings snuggled on the couch. So now, celebrating the Big Guy is really a celebration of a season of family enjoying family. And who better to inspire it?