sweets.

Fall sweets are going to be the death of me.

And all of the lovely friends and family that keep bringing them by are killing me softly.

Not a bad way to go.

Can you believe my brother and his wife went to an orchard and picked apples, then spun the simple fruit into this splendor? Magic and, I'm sure, much stickiness. Plus it was my brother Joe's birthday. He brought us treats on his birthday.

What talented and giving people I have in my life! Their thoughtfulness is like sweets for the soul.

I have one, very chubby soul.