I don't look forward to 'sweater season'. Sweaters make me look like an Eileen Fisher model of average weight, which is to say: like a walking wooly rectangle.
Speaking of 'crispness', the Gingergold apples below are EVERYTHING AN EATING APPLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE. Bright. Sweet. And Tart.
How the farm had time to create this handsome gourd display, I don't know.
Luckily, there are still tomatoes-a-plenty to put in my Useless bag and hoard like mother nature's own crack.
Soon, I'll start looking for a place to hibernate. You can usually find me in my natural 'sweater season' habitat by looking under the comforter.