This is Marideth Sisco for These Ozark Hills. You know, it’s a funny thing, but even though I always know this little talk is coming I’m never sure what it is I’ll talk about until I sit down to do it. I may have plans for a talk. But I never know for sure.
For instance, here it is October, I was all set to wax eloquently on the joys of life in the late garden, and how there is more than one official harvest season in the long, lazy Ozarks fall. And I had a few things to say about where the holiday Lammas got its name. But all that fell apart when I had a sudden fit of apples.